Sourav on Saris

And if you thought MS Dhoni in an engine oil advertisement with propaganda of his nuances of drinking milk everyday was a well thought ad campaign (selling both the product and supplementary milk products), you have not seen it all.

Dada is being featured on the Bengali Tanter Sari in Katwa, Burdwan. "We are making about 150 pieces with Sourav Ganguly in action featured on those. We hope the Sourav saris would be in demand," said a handloom weaver at Katwa. You sure do, and I see all ladies rushing to the shops to catch the latest sensation in action depicted not in posters and banners but the all humble sari. Now, this is what is considered to be a bright selling proposition. “Aam ke aam, guthliyon ke daam”, the saris selling like hot cakes and ladies holding their head high in Pride and Honour, in support of their beloved Dada.

O Sourav, a salute to your uncompromising fan following! I am sure you will be all pleased, wrapped around beautiful ladies, which will add to your passion and belief to win matches for India. We shall support you in this WC and always by wearing the 6 yards religiously in all your forthcoming games.

The Silver Lining

She walked on the road like an impassive being and knew not what lay ahead. The clouds were turning darker by the minute. Trees swayed in the wind and the dust took over the lingering visibility. She walked withholding a lifetime in her palms which held a fistful of perpetual thoughts.

She walked across the wall much visited. The wall had a different and atypical look to its colour today. The bricks were beginning to loosen. The cementing between the bricks had turned into a lump of faded adhesive and was trying hard to hold on to the blocks. The colour had turned from a bright red to a depressing shade. The chameleon on the wall had attuned its colour too. She recalled the defining moments of her life spent inclining on the very wall. Hours of words, touch and feel that were sewn through the bricks were now splitting apart with the dilapidated wall.

The clouds meanwhile were getting darker and mysterious. There was a vitriolic rumbling in the thunder. The thunder shook the ground below her feet and she felt the earth reciprocating the sky through her. And then it poured in a sudden vehemence. The water fell and wet the dry earth in a hurry. Rivulets begun flowing and soon turned into a canal of restless water. It was ominous but there was a characteristic softness in the flow. The water made its own way traversing the most convenient path.

The specs of dust and sweat on her face were washing away in a hurry too. The tears slowly became difficult to distinguish from the water on her face. Her lips were slowly giving way to a slight upward curve and a contended smile. The droplets accumulated on her brows and then dried away.

She looked at her empty palms and she ran. And ran, like she never did before. The anklet on her left leg broke away and so did the embedded beads. The beads spread accross the sand in all quarters sparkling along with the solemn droplets. The air started smelling fresh again.

The sun was now peeking bright, through the dark billows. She was Debanjana, the silver lining in the cloud.

Profound thoughts ... You and I

Like an aaloo to a vada
And a vada to a pav
like the pav to a bhaaji
You are to Me.

Like a tree to the air
and the air to a nose
Like the nose to a Himesh
You are to Me.

Like a fuel to an engine
and an engine to a car
like the broken car to a mechanic
You are to Me.

Like a key to a lock
and a lock to a house
like the house to a robber
You are to Me.

Like cotton to a pillow
and a pillow to a bed
Like the bed to a lazy bum
You are to Me.

Like the water to the grass
and the grass to a cow
like the cow to a milkman
You are to Me.

Like the fire to a match
and a match to a bidi
like a bidi to a smoker
You are to Me.

Like the carbon to a diamond
and a diamond to a stud
like a stud to a cool dude
You are to Me.

You mean more to me ...

than a fish to a Cat
and a bone to a dog
the hay to a horse
and happiness to a remorse.

Let's be happy forever. I Love you. Sayonee.

~Suprabhat
(a letter to a Loved one)