Bujhini kisher eto taan
Kakhono choti jama chhere eshe rastay eshe daNra
Kato bar tor ayna bhenge chure ghure takai
Amar motey tor moton keu nei
Since a few months, long after watching the movie ‘Hemlock Society’, I have become addicted to its music tracks. Each and every song of this film seems to have blended with my everyday life. Right now, I am traveling from Mumbai to Kolkata by train. The train journey started as early as 6 a.m. which required me to wake up at 4 a.m. It’s now past 2 p.m., post lunch, I have settled down with my laptop and customary music session which inevitably starts with Jol phoring!
Eh! Life is not too ugly at times! No, never!! Life is heavenly many a times…I will be thankless if ‘I’ say life is ugly. God will hate me forever…I’m lucky to have lived many moments for which many have longed entire life and had none! As always, I am hungry for more…occasionally, I behave like a selfishly greedy bitch…but it’s not real ‘me’ huh! ;)
I was hopelessly exhausted in the morning, readily went to sleep finding everything very mundane and meaningless. Few hours later a coiling pain in stomach warned for my empty fuel tank. While fueling my tank with snacks and tea, I discovered a beautiful panorama slideshow at the window. Actually, this is for the first time I am travelling to Kolkata from Mumbai on a train. I did not expect so beautiful landscape from this journey. But life is all about expecting the unexpected. Suddenly I was amid lash green layers of hills, multiple river streams crawling from the rocky trails, culminating and diverging between the hills, the water mirroring the clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds, green woods brightened by the golden sunlight…I rushed to the corridor and clung myself at the door. Warm and fresh air whiplashed my air-conditioned, cold face, while the train made its way cautiously through the hilly curves and cuts. Sudden drizzles dripped on me inside the dark and wet tunnels that hinted at the brilliance of the sun at the end.
I stayed there for a long time…without caring the guys who consider that spot in the compartment as their birth right. Well, I was oblivious of the fact that others would also be equally interested in standing there at the footboard. But do we realize the actual value of things that come to us as our birth right? No. So, none actually appeared to ask for their right, rather they waited patiently. I enjoyed the privilege without remorse, as they can never value these moments on this spot, right now, as I did. I valued, so I deserved, so I received.
I remembered my childhood days, when we used to visit our grandparents at lower Assam, Hailakandi from upper Assam, Tezpur, Jorhat, Dhuburi etc. The train route through Karbianglong hills…the tunnels, the dangerously beautiful bridges adjoining the hills with waterfalls flowing beneath. At that time we, my brother and I, were too small. So we were not allowed at the compartment doors. But my heart always longed for that adventure.
Finally, I asked a co-traveler, ‘what is this place?’ He said, ‘Igatpuri’. The name sounded familiar. Igatpuri….Igatpuri…where have I heard this name before? Well, my short term memory did not allow the joy of remembering at that moment. Not that I tried hard, as my mind was floating over the view outside. Igatpuri. I decided to visit this place someday soon…and also told myself that I would not leave Mumbai until I have had enough of Maharashtra.
I am done writing for now…still listening to “Hemlock Society”…it’s past 4 p.m. The train is moving at its own rhythm and speed. My mind moves towards the memories and people I love…I love my life for what it has given me….
Ekhon onek raat
Tomar kadhe amar nishwash
Ami benche achhi tomar bhalobashay… :)