prelude to a special day

Yes, no propaganda, no hustles, no despairing efforts to tell people it’s a day we await every year, no inane posts on FB as if it was the last day on this restrained earth and am the only one celebrating a special day of its kind. Yes, we all love moments in life, and we cherish to treasure them in gift boxes. Gifts of immortal jars that get vanquished by blessings of the eternal.

By the way, happy birthday to my sweetheart and soul of my glorious life.

Sister’s Day Out

Bondage of love and a beautiful relationship beyond hemispheres.

Bhuvaneswari Seeevikram – The darling of our family and the pineapple of our eyes, your unconditional love is my greatest boon. Sibling relationships must be like ours, last like wine and bloom like paradise.

Krishna Chirag Vyas – We are not born to same parents but the dissimilarity ends here. It’s a relationship that remains unexplained and undisputed. But if I was destined to have another sister, it’s her. An absolute sweetheart and a girl with heart of gold.

An icing on the cake – this legacy continues with the next generation of sibling bond. Sarvesh and Tania’s first. If you are searching for happiness, this is it.

Thank you for the prayers, and God bless you.

typical father weekend

my weekend these days means lots of cuddling and indulging in nonchalant pampering of my 5 month old toddler. yes, everything is surrounded by his exploits and his presence dictates the agenda of our day. he smiles, makes weird sounds, smiles again, doesn’t cooperate for a feed, loves to be patronised with love, touch and physical presence. positions have to be amended periodically to accommodate his convenience, sleeps little and smiles more. a pleasant baby, smiles when he gets up in the morning and laughs his way through as we remain flooded in his palatial charm. de-prioritising miscellaneous to cajole him, postponing usual chores to indulge in a childish monologue with his ovulate expressions. he exudes life in to me, and two days aren’t enough to soak myself in his tiny little world of inundated dreams. as another monday creeps in, I tell my wife – I envy you.

the day of resurgence

Not married, but I got hooked this day, 4 years ago. Completely, totally, exclusively. No looking back, just love and lots of love, and lots of it. Life started a journey of fulfillment with our union, and ever since, I just keep falling in love with you. Everyday, every time. We are growing together, understanding each other, the bond just gets better. Yes, we are ready to share the best and worst of each other. We realize, we are key to each other’s success. But, I emphatically disagree. You are my lucky charm. Period.

Love you. Do I need to say more?

my best man

You are the first man in my life. My first Hero, and perhaps the finest. You raised us with all the limitations around, and stood tall to give us the life we live today. You were the reason why I love bikes today, I remember the first time I kick started your bike and how awfully scared I was. You taught us the value of money, and how difficult it was to earn it. But you made it look easy, and I never realised it. Your life is the foundation of ours, it still is. You are my inspiration, our superstar. I am a father today and your benchmark is my aura. We don’t love you, we celebrate you.17748864716_7c5fc680ff_o

‘Mother’ of all happiness

You do have many names – Mom, Amma, Ma. But all of them get equated to the same level of dignified poise that you continue to epitomise throughout our lives. We were born, we grew up, we told you we love you and we hate you, we still grew up, we finished school and college, got a job, got married.. the saga of plutonized evolution continued and still continues. But over the years, you have not changed. We have always taken you for granted but your sacrifices never went un-granted. Thank you isn’t the word you deserve because we can never thank you enough. Amma, we just don’t love you, we adore you. You are the powerhouse of our lives.

And, ironically, it will always be an icing on the cake for you – Happy Birthday Mom.

art of classical music

music has been an integral part of my life, that it’s a part of my DNA is an inexplicable conclusion.

my parents and grandparents have been admirable advocates of classical (Carnatic) music, My mother used to be a decent vocalist during her younger days and dad always had this uncanny inclination towards genuine vocal chords. My sister, is the most impressive in our family. In fact, she is one person who has successfully juggled academics while pursuing her passion, she went on to perform with All India Radio. She is a mother of a 5 year old today but passion rekindles at odd hours, I know it does. That aside, she is spectacularly talented (she is too good to admit it).

I am not in this league, but try to reassemble myself in the classical mode. I have been a student of Mridangam myself for few years but am talking about magic here.

Percussion instruments have always struck a chord with me. In fact, instrumentation keeps me fascinated. Mridangam, Tabla, Violin, Mandolin, Saxophone, Sitar – they bring back paradise in our mortal hearts. A jugalbandi featuring the dad son duo – Ustad Alla Rakha and Ustad Zakir Hussain, a thaniavarthanam of Umayalpuram Sivaraman, a contemporary leaf out of Buckram Ghosh’s asset, the mellifluous chords from Pandit Ravi Shankar’s palette. It pours when heard amidst fragrant poetry in a defiant mood. I have little knowledge of ragas and talas but that doesn’t stop me from raving about the notes these geniuses can extract.

my inspiration, to pen this down, comes from my experience with Apple Music. I am hooked to it whenever I can, and am quite impressed with their library of classical albums. Apparently, no other streaming platform is paying such attention to what is phenomenally known to be the ‘root’ and ‘basic’ for all the music we have written, made and sold. But unfortunately, they have a short shelf life and is remotely purchased. I have procured some classics, some very old collectibles that are seldom found elsewhere. Kudos to Apple Music for doing this, for bringing regional music to our doorsteps. With local sources lurking around in plenty, Apple Music being at the helm of such redemption is a diminutive attraction.

your music, my music – well, am talking about only music.

Hoggs Market

One of the most revered hang outs for Calcuttans. From needles to shoes, puchkas to patties – it’s the inevitable one stop shop for shopaholics. If mayhem, sweat and people fascinate you, then this is the place to be. Native for Calcutta, cosmopolitan for ROW.