29.6.10

About us and the blog !

Me with NTK, summer of
2004
Its been sometime that i have been blogging.
initially i did not want to disclose who i am and then i let go of those reservations...

so here i am... Tanusree, a mathematician by profession with a dream to be a good researcher, a good teacher, a loving wife and a loving and dutiful  mother ......

NTK is my dear husband, - an astrophysicist by profession and sometimes just to make me happy he writes in a word or two.... and complements my posts with appropriate images to go...

While we were being groomed to become mathematicians and physicists, some of us had got interested in running a wall-magazine where poems, articles, paintings and photographs by fellow graduate students were put up and in one of those editions i had written the following poem.

"Exempt me today my daily chores,
'Tis time to greet the sandy shores.
No more can I silent my humming bee...
Nature's call I must return with joyous fanciful spree"

That was one of the first poems that I ever wrote.  I liked the sound of my little song and ever since secretly  fancied being a poet...... in the beginning whenever words obliged i wrote a little something to fill in this corner of my world..... However of late i have taken to scribbling a little about all the things that bother me on and off... so this space on mine  has  now transformed into a mosaic of  all random thoughts that cross my mind.

So that was it about us and the blog.... Thanks  for visiting. We'll love to hear from you... Have a nice day !!

take care,
Tanusree (Tanu)


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8.6.10

Kolkata.......

i believe each one of us who have lived in Kolkata for a while or have visited the city for a longish span of time have found a reason to fall in love with it .  though the old buildings of the "British-amal*"( as the Bengali's put it) which dot the administrative circles of the city, render it a charm of its own...... and the tramlines and the hand-pulled rickshaws are modes of transport that are specific only to Kolkata, they do not define this city for the likes of us.... for me, Kolkata isn't one of those cities where you simply trod the streets with your camera appreciating natural beauty or the architectural layouts.....

its appeal is of a different nature....  while some streets in Kolkata are better referred to as gourmet's paradise, others are the lanes for the book lovers and hordes of "aantels*" alike.... who are ever so ready with their suggestions and opinions on art, literature, music..... and life.   and if you are in one of those streets and you are unsure of which book to buy or which CD to pick from the racks of Music World, ...... in Kolkata you can always be assured that a voice will guide you from behind... a voice who recommends with such conviction that without further ado you are driven to purchase precisely that which has been recommended.... in this city it is not unusual that introductions happen over such recommendations and end therein... it is a city where poetries by Tagore and not just graffiti adorns the walls of  metro-stations.... it is a city where the localites wait for "boi mela"(book exhibition) with the same eagerness as Durga Puja... and at any time, any place  Tagore or Shakespeare is quoted for you in some context....     these are the nuances  that sets this city aside, lending it a flavour, a life and a charm of its own ...

besides the numerous tram-rides and "phooca-treats," these short uncalled-for yet pleasant interactions with complete strangers over a book or a CD  signature off  my experiences with Kolkata, the city of joy,- the city which i now call  home !!

[photograhs by google search] 


(*amal is the Bengali word for era)
(*aantel is a derivative for intellectuals  in Bengali. it is the word that best describes the cigarette smoking ubiquitous Bangali young-stars clad in jeans-kurta and kolhapuri chappals, carrying a jhola on their lean shoulders, who spend a considerable time of their college days in addas at Coffee house..... addas that revolve around politics, philosophy, foreign films, books and poetries..... )

6.6.10

to the city i had once belonged.........

few years back i had met you. and while we were beginning to become comfortable in each others company, circumstances had made me leave.... i had left while you were asleep. so i suppose you hadn't seen me cry.... i had always enjoyed being with you and hadn't want to leave so soon... at least not that way.... yet i had no choice... i had to leave that night .....

ever since... we have met many times and though i wished to talk about our last rendezvous i could not. the truth is i could not ever gather myself enough to confront me, confront you, look into your eyes and accept what had happened then... accept the reason why i had to flee.... accept the reason that changed the course of my life for me..... but i guess you knew it all along....for you were the one who had introduced me to the reasons that had eventually ruined my image for me....

today once again i gave it a try. i wished to face you, i wished to face myself. so i retraced back into those lanes that i had once paced and left. visited the familiar corners which i no more recognized for they wore a different façade. i sat down silently at the foot of a high-raised building gazing at the street-crowd.. and eventually  realized that the times had changed. and those strings that had held us once have now loosened their ties. i no longer  felt the same way about you. the good and bad memories that we had once shared have now begun to fade ... and i can no more erect in my mind your image of yonder days..... now you look like a stranger to me and i am glad about that..... for i feel... that in forgetting your image of yesterday, lies my hope of resurrecting the confidence and self-respect i had lost that night that day when i had left while you were sound asleep........

[images via google search and weheartit]


1.6.10

my drama queen NOKIA...

my long work-vacation just begun. today at dawn i took the train from chennai and set off for bangalore. i'll be in bangalore for 2 weeks, after that i am headed towards my alma mater ! Haa !! even the thought of staying away from the chennai-heat makes me feel so relaxed!

in anticipation of this long vacation, i indulged in a lot of cooking the past few days. we, flat-mate and me, cooked simple as well as exotic dishes, following recipes from where ever we could get... Kevin's  Closet Cooking  however remained our favourite. the whole idea behind all the cooking was that our otherwise well-stocked fridge had to be emptied ! and that we almost managed. however in all this cooking-business my mobile, which i hold close to my ears for at least 1 1/2 to 2 hours a day, got neglected. so, the other day, while lying unattended for awhile, when its sorrow swelled,  unable to repress its emotions any more,  it dived into my broccoli-soup attempting suicide. oh! how terrible it was ! it stopped speaking and went completely silent and for sometime it showed no signs of life. nothing would help. and it was a full twenty-four hours before it completely recovered and i heard through it again. it was such a relief to hear it ring the next evening !! 




Long Live thee NOKIA !! cheers to thy recovery !!

after this episode i have decided never to neglect my Nokia any more... in fact i have now rescheduled my day such that there is always sometime for a long phone call weather near or far away !!

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