MunMun

This lady from Kolkata has been subject of some entertainment in our lives (forgive me for the calling it entertainment). I will get to her story some other time, but for now let me just say what she reminds me of every time I see her photo galleries on Orkut. She is this the personification of this Bengali girl in the new age. She still holds reflects everything that Bengalis have been known for. The way she celebrated the occasions, her attire, her friends and the way she likes capturing moments. I have never mentioned this to her, but I love seeing her pictures. It so reminds of the a culture, a place that I have willingly forsaken. Is it bad? Is the place and its people worth running away from? I have scorned their ways and the customs. Is it bad? I think I should adapt a more tolerant view and appreciate the better parts of it.

The honeymoon

Its my personal experience that everything that you love will begin to fall out of it in some time. That is the so perishable nature of things around us. Is it us, the way we have been taught to look at things or is it a function of nature. I am trying to draw comparisons with nature to understand that ephemerality is natural or is it a creation of the mind. My emotions are very very strong and hence things close to my heart are always very special to me. Be it my belongings, my people, or my job. And till date there is only one person or thing that I haven’t stopped loving. This person is my best friend Neel. I have just not stopped loving him. I am still looking for reasons. We have fought but we have never given up on each other.
I broke up with all my girlfriends and every time it happened I think it was the sense of jaded that stopped the emotions flowing. I am again in the chasing game now. It’s been good till now. Fun I would say, mixed with a few failures or heart burns. Let me use this case to understand how to or how not to get BORED.