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Jingle all the way

December holidays. No tickets. Can’t go home. Holidays gonna be super boring, that’s for sure. Disheartened. All of a sudden I remembered my aunt had once asked me to visit her place in Hyderabad. But……………. there had to be a problem. I can’t go alone. Daddy will never allow that. I had got no other choice but to approach my cousin. Sometimes handling cousins can be so difficult. Neither did she give a green signal nor a red signal. Stuck at yellow. As the days of vacation were approaching, I was getting more and more impatient. At last……………….. came the green signal. Then, off to Hyderabad.

When we reached Hyderabad, it was Christmas eve. The day went by sleeping and lazing around. At midnight we went to St. Mary’s Church, Secunderabad. It was an awesome experience there. It was…………… thrilling, especially eating ice-cream at around 1.30 am when I had already caught a cold 😉 . I never went out at midnight other than Durga Puja and Diwali days. And I always enjoyed spending time with my super awesome aunt who is no less than a friend to me.

Next Day. Christmas. Sudden plan to Golconda Fort. My first experience to a historic site. And I thoroughly enjoyed it. I never enjoyed like this before. Climbing up and down the broken parts of the fort with cousin, aunt and uncle, and clicking “cranky” photos. For a moment it seemed as if we were rock climbing; not visiting an old fort. In short, the trip was phenomenal. The day came to an end with a movie show.

We next went to a park, Lumbini Park. The main attraction happens to be the Hussain Sagar Lake and a small garden sort of a piece of land with a huge statue of Buddha built on the lake. One has to go by mechanized boat to that garden. The place is beautiful. Even the Birla Temple we visited the next day was worth visiting.

Then came the time for me to leave. I didn’t want to. But…………. can’t help.

One thing I noticed. There are too many palatial buildings in this city ;-). Even the railway station looks palatial from outside. Yeah, its different the inside doesn’t look half as palatial 😛 .

Hmmm……….. So…….. My Christmas was not as boring as i expected.

He he just kidding :-D. My Christmas holiday was AWESOME. I am keen to visit Hyderabad again.

Lastly,

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND FELLOW BLOGGERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Losing Tom & Jerry- 2nd version

Its evening. All “worker bees” have retired to their “hives”. Its time for some rest, some leisure, some family time. But there is someone in a little apartment round the corner who seems to be very busy. And anxious. Payal is searching for something. The thing must be a very precious one. But no, its nothing precious. Actually, it IS precious. It is precious to HER. It’s a set of Tom & Jerry comic books. And right now she is no less than an Income Tax officer.
As she is searching, she is swimming into a pool of flashbacks. Of those times, when she just started going to school, when she began to read and understand sentences in English, when she got the taste of “Brittannia Treat ” cream biscuits, when she and her maternal uncle exchanged the Tom & Jerry comic books that came as free gift. She happens to love reading books. Over the years she has read numerous novels. With growing maturity the genre of her reading keeps changing. But she never gets tired of cartoons. No other story could give her that pleasure what a simple, illogical story of a cat and mouse chase could give.
There was a time when Payal’s postal address kept changing (within the same city). During these changes, some little things might get misplaced. Its natural. Those comics might have been some of them. With time Payal had forgotten about them.
And today, when she has graduated, all of a sudden she recollects about those little comics. First she asks her mother about them. But her mother has forgotten where she had kept them. And then begins her investigation.
Its been about an hour but no results. She is sad, sometimes anxious and sometimes irritated. Any third person would think she is looking for some treasure, some gold or similar stuffs. Who can anticipate that those little books are much more precious to her than gold ????

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Losing Tom & Jerry

Its evening. All “worker bees” have retired to their “hives”. Its time for some rest, some leisure, some family time. But there is someone in a little apartment round the corner who seems to be very busy. And anxious.
The someone happens to be an 18-year-old girl called Payal searching for something. She is ransacking the entire apartment. The thing must be a very precious one. But no, its nothing precious. Actually, it IS precious. It is precious to HER. It’s a set of Tom & Jerry comic books. It might sound weird but its true; she is searching the house like an Income Tax officer for a set of comics. She had collected those when she about 4 or 5 years old. No, she didn’t go crying to her mother or her maternal grandparents and plead them to buy those. She got them as free gift every time she got a packet of “Brittania Treat ” cream biscuits. Some of the books she got from her maternal uncle who also liked those biscuits.
There was a time when Payal with her family lived in rented home and used to change houses after 6 to 7 years. When it would be time to leave from rented house to another, her mother would pack everything up, ready to be moved and unpacked on settling in the new house. But since Payal had grown up and matured, she didn’t unpack those comics. While changing houses multiple times, some little things might get misplaced. Its natural. Those comics might have been some of them. With time Payal had forgotten about them.
Its been 3 years since Payal’s family has shifted to their own permanent apartment. And today, all of a sudden she recollects about those comics. First she asks her mother about them. But her mother has forgotten where she had kept them. And then begins her investigation.
Its been about an hour but no results. She is sad, sometimes anxious and sometimes irritated. Any third person would think she is looking for some treasure, some gold or similar stuffs. Who will anticipate that those little books are much more precious to her than gold ????

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Journey of being a writer

The idea of writing my own fiction crept up my cranky brain when I was in 8th standard i.e about 5 years ago, when all of a sudden our English teacher came to the class and asked us to write a short fiction in forty minutes. We were given to choose the genre but at the same time we were confined to the opening line given by her.

I was so confused and unprepared. WHAT TO WRITE ?????????? Time was running out and I just wrote something. And yes, it was disastrous. Now when I read it, I realise. It seems to have popped out of typical Bollywood melodrama (an effect of watching too many movies 😀 ). That’s why the teacher remarked “DON’T WRITE SUCH THINGS IN THE EXAM”. So you can guess how pathetic it was.

Then one fine day (that was I think about six months after this episode) one of my close friends suggested, ” Why don’t you try writing a thriller ? I would love to read it”.

Like a daredevil I took the challenge and with a determined mind I sat down to write. O God !!!!! writing a thriller is so tough !!! Creating mystery, suspense, drama, action through words is a pretty challenging job and at that time I was still reading Enid  Blyton’s ” Secret Seven ” and ” Famous Five ” and Satyajit Ray’s “Feluda” series as detective novels. I hadn’t tried authors like Sidney Sheldon, Dan Brown or Jeffrey Archer. I had not even read Sherlock Holmes at that time. I was still clinging to kids’ books. So naturally I had limited idea. But still I tried. And it took me about a year and a half to complete – that’s the maximum time I have ever spent on a single short fiction.

I got a lot of help from my classmates, actually almost our whole class loved reading novels be it any genre so almost everyone had some idea or the other and they readily helped me. At last when the story had its ending and I had done the first round of editing, I went to our class teacher who happens to be an English teacher for proof-reading. And I got a nice rebuke from her for jumbling up my tenses like using past tense in one sentence and then present continuous or present perfect in the next.

Then I made my second round of editing and went back to the teacher. This time she was satisfied and said that it was worthy enough to be printed in the 50th anniversary edition of our school magazine. But for some reason it didn’t get printed. Anyways I am happy I could write that and discover a talent in me.

I would like to thank all the English teachers of my school who trained me throughout my school life. Its because of you people that today I can speak and write grammatically correct English. I sincerely thank my 8th standard English teacher Mrs. Amrita Basu for forcing me to write fiction and  also one of my close friends Ms. Prakriti Sarker for challenging me to try writing thriller as it is because of her I am more confident in taking up challenges in writing.

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Going Home

After about 6-7 months, I went home. I was excited. Firstly, because, obviously I will be seeing my family and friends after a long time; secondly, because, its my first experience of travelling by air. Going to the airport and boarding the flight was so fascinating.

Even after staying away from home, I have been so close to home that nothing has changed. On entering the airport after the flight landed, I saw my parents. Daddy seemed slimmer. Mom, the same. I thought my home town would seem new to me. But everything seemed the same. I found no changes at all. Still I was excited to see my town, my family, my friends and everyone close to me. Just after leaving the airport, daddy to took me to the nearest mall to get me new clothes for the festival (festive enjoyment has begun 🙂 ). Then I went to meet my maternal grandparents. Spent some quality time with them then went off to my paternal aunt’s place to burst crackers ( diwali without crackers is just incomplete for me). At last i entered home only to go out again after dinner. My parents, granny, cousin and I went for “pandal-hopping” at midnight (I missed this thing so much during Durga Puja).

So that was my first day at my home town. Next Day was Bhai Tika. I was given a surprise by my aunt with an arrangement for the ceremony with my little cousin brother ready to be treated like a VIP ( there isn’t a ritual in my family to do this ceremony though we enjoy the holiday that we get, so I wasn’t ready for it). So, unprepared, I completed the ritual. After lunch, I went with my relatives for a long drive Kurseong (its a hill station; my home town Siliguri is on the foothills, so the hills are just few hours away). O God !!!! what roads they were. At some point I felt really scared, they were so narrow and steep !!!! It was late evening when we returned. Tired, I straight away went off to bed and my 2nd day came to an end.

Next day my whole family, we went to another place called Kalimpong. Don’t know about others but I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

This is the detailed account of the first three days of my vacation. The remaining days were spent roaming about the city, meeting old friends, visiting both my schools, shopping, going for movie. Yes, I again had arguments with Dad. Its so envitable 😀 .

The day I was coming back to Bangalore, I did’nt want to leave home. Suddenly I felt a strong affinity towards home. Few months back I was dying to leave, to be on my own. But at that time I wanted to stay back. I felt I should have listened to Daddy and not shifted to Bangalore. Now that I have taken the decision, I have no choice but to wait for another six months…………………..