[Photo - Blog]:: A Sunday out in the fields ::

It had been ages since Princess had done any Pooja- archana. So one fine Sunday we decided to visit Dhekiakhua Naamghar. Temples are called Naamghar in our place (Usually in Naamghar we don’t do Idol worship. :)

The morning was beautiful and foggy which started with extra dose Mahi’s extraordinary singing skills. Groggy eyed did my morning rituals and got ready. It was a 30 minutes drive from home.

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Years ago flowers used to blossom in Dhekia plant –a kind of fern, but not any more. This a remnant of the Dhekia with flowers placed inside the Naamghar.

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This is a separate area to light Diyas and incense sticks..

Someone’s prayers and wishes are glowing in those holy light.

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Inside the temple.

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While returning - A rice field near Naamghar.

Blends of Golden hues and a radiant sun

Tea garden near the Naamghar.

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Some more photo sessions near Chenijan Tea Estate.

Maini striking a pose near the entrance gate.

::Birdie Shie & Birdie Hee:: A Love Story

Silky Satin feathers , dash of copper hue
eyes fathom deep, reflecting sky so blue,

Fireflies encore, her bewitching chimes

Birdie Shie she is, singing playful rhymes,

Spring arrived, along with its infectious glee,

Riding on the sunbeams, entered Birdie Hee,

Love at sight it was , but Shie didn’t realize,

sleepless nights followed, and so did advise

“Oh Shie, look at thee, and your drooping eyes,

In love you are dear, confess before he flies”

Perched on an Old Oak and staring at the void,

Birdie Hee was in love too, that day he confide.
 

Blossoms looked on, and startdust embraced

as they waltzed in passion with angelic grace

Hee didn’t promise shiny stars or eternal love

but each moment stood by her, ‘Neath sky above
 

Test of time is ruthless, Shie soon found out

when a call came for Hee, at earliest he was sought

Shie held on to him until, his words soothed her,

“With morn rays ll be back, sing me a song dear”

Lonesome was the day, and as shadow spread wings

echoed a lonely melody, till today they say it rings,

Purple sun began to rise, but Hee didn’t return

neither that day, nor many more days to come

Alone Shie would plead heaven, singing old love songs,

longing for one last glimpse, but destiny proved her wrong

and before she breathed her last, trickled a solitary tear,

Still in silent nights they say, her voice you can hear.

Crazy Home-Affairs: Of Ducks, Dogs & Uncle trouble

More on Crazy Home affairs with siblings here.

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Now there are so many creatures residing in Boruah’s residence that sometimes the Princess herself losses count.

Brand new addition is Lucy.

Lucy’s mom was a Labrador and she died in her last of month of pregnancy without giving birth to the pups. My bro and his friends performed a caesarian on her to take them out. Two of them were still born, two died after few days and only Lucy lived.

This new member had caused enough chaos in the household. Mom running after her each time she frees herself {the only place she loves to go is cement and sand area and roll in it}, good–old Tiger is extremely jealous and feels dejected, Maini screams if Lucy comes even in 1 meter proximity. But the actual chaos is when you try to pet Lucy. Tiger would growl and bark and Roar, shaking the foundations of my lovely home. And if you pet Tiger, Lucy could kill you with her ear-piercing-still-developing-kaauu-kaauu barks. Most of the time Princess would be shuttling between both of them…

But utterly shocked the Princess was when a beautiful silent foggy morning was broken by high decibel Bow bows and quack quacks… and in the compound both the Tiger and Lucy were desperately chasing a Duck. Poor Ducky was running and quaking for its life till Mommy dear came for its rescue. When the duck became a member of our household is still not registered in my memory. But if ever these three are freed, there is enough quack quack and bow bows to make Old Mac Donald go eeiiyaaa eeiiiyaaa oooo.

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There’s another living thing that I sincerely try to escape. The evergreen everblooming Papaya tree. Look at those lush green papayas, Neighbors envy – Mommy’s pride – Daughter’s nightmare :P .

Thankfully they are green and not yellow; else mom would have stuffed each one of those through my food pipe along with Tumbler of milk which would make me see a mini-Yokozuna in me :P . This was the only time when the Papaya nightmare didn’t hit my lovely self :P .

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Princess is a late riser, not making her presence outside the room till late morning … but often my beauty sleep was interrupted by ‘Piya dhadhak dhadhak’ {instead of Jiya dharak dharak} and ‘aaaaaa ooo rajjj aaaaaa’ … thats my Julie Mahi (Mausi), trying to wake me up in her did-it-ever-exist singing skills … and then throwing googly like ‘Did you like my song ’ :roll: I don’t even remember what I said in my dreamy state… those are the days when I would walk like zombie… groggy eyed… muttering nonsensical things to myself …

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Ever since childhood, we always addressed Dad’s friends as Uncle. Now-a-days, the trouble is when Dad is having a younger friend. The Captains and the Lieutenants are of almost my age and whenever dad introduces them, instinctively “Hello Uncle” slips out. Imagine myself addressing Sree or Raj as Uncle :P . No, me and my sister never saw their faces again :P sigh!!!!

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Stay tuned for more Crazy Hungama at home :P

Crazy Home-Affairs: Of homework, Remote & Siblings

Princess is back with another set of crazy tales of the Boruah family… after rejuvenating blend of complete pagalpan (craziness), I am still not able to stabilize myself in the present ‘sane’-environment.

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So it all started when I landed in Dibrugarh airport where I was literally dancing and jumping and skipping all the way from plane to the luggage area… not caring the is-she-from-Shangarila kind of looks. Stayed at a college friend’s house and the next morn started for home…

The moment I entered the house, my bags were ransacked by Antic-specialist Dear Bro. I had to cry and plead and beg him to spare my new Garnier Fructus shampoo and conditioner, though I couldn’t save my lovely lip-balm from his evil clutch. What’s with guys these days??? He even uses a better face scrub than me


On day 1 itself my luggage was reduced to just 2 pairs of casuals, courtesy Sister dear. The rest went with my Dahling Sister to her hostel…


They couldn’t even stay for 12 hours sigh!!! Reached on morning and left at night. So that was quite a fair deal for them :P hmmm wondering what made them so serious regarding their studies

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Most of my evenings were spent fighting with Dad for the remote. How can one possibly convince one’s Dad to watch Princess Protection Program – Movie on Disney :P … even Maini, my Mausi’s daughter, won’t watch it . With Dad obsessed with Mahabharata, Mom fascinated with Leopards on Animal Planet, Mahi desperately longing to watch News Live and Maini shouting for Little Krishna on Pogo, the Princess’s demand gets subdued somewhere in between.

So one fine evening when I thought I had the remote all to myself, wooooo Maini jumped in (yeah that’s how she tries to scares me) and with all her bhaeee bhaee’s and please-please I was soon working on her homework in the study room. She’s in standard 2 and way too clever than I was…Sigh Kids these days...

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My mommy was so happy to see me gain weight all over {or rather to see her dearest daughter turning into a Potato} , that she banned me from going anywhere except for shopping… in case some buri nazar (evil eyes) lands on me… so all 10 days I was at home… she’s obsessed with the idea that someone is trying to cast a Black Magic spell on us… and if any non family member brings anything to eat… that goes directly outside my house … not even my Dogs are allowed to sniff it… maybe I should get her a Nazar Rakhsha Kavach or Hanuman Yantra that is continuously shown in Sahara :P

I don’t blame mom for her superstition… when it comes to the safety of family what not can one do…

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My siblings are expert in ransacking…specially when it comes to my collections… before leaving for Chennai two years back, I had made it clear that no–one was supposed to touch the big black wooden box which was stuffed with my things. Now all that remains is a box and bits of paper… my stamp collection is at Bro’s hostel… which along with my coin’s collection is ruthlessly used as a medium to boast his non-existent interest in multiple hobbies. My teddy bears are at Sister’s place to decorate her roomful of toads…

Btw did I tell you that her room is covered with large posters of Toads that she finds so fascinating and on her table rests a Carp Fish in Formaldehyde

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Stay tuned for more on Crazy Home Adventures.

Short story:: An Awakening

The blaring chime of the clock announced that it was 8 o clock.She was alone in her thatched roof house. Crunched on a bamboo chair, under the flickering glow of the lantern, she was trying hard to concentrate on her Political Science book.

“Political science is a social science concerned with the theory and practice of politics and the description and….”

Slowly the words appeared blurred as her mind swayed into the arms of Ratul, her fiancé, reminiscing the lovely evenings they had spent together. Her heart was missing his presence, his essence in the approaching spring. It had been a week since she had looked into his deep brown eyes. Urgently called by his employer in the city, Ratul had to cut short the visit to his village.

The small font of the book glared at her, reminding her of the impending exam the next day. It was her third attempt to clear the BA finals. Ever since Ratul came into her life, her only dream has been a home of their own, surrounded by an array of Rose and Masundhara plants. It was because of her mother that she was appearing for the exam again. Along with her brother, her mother was staying at her Mausi’s place for the night.

The light from the lantern was almost dying but she didn’t bother about it.

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Loud thunderous knocks on the door woke her up in a jolt. She had been sleeping for an hour or two. The sudden commotion shocked her. Someone was desperately trying to get in. With her heart hammering against her chest she managed to mutter,

“Who is it?”
“Rupali … open the door Rupali… it’s me Ratul …”

Relieved but anxious, she opened the door. Ratul’s disheveled condition surprised her. He hurriedly limped inside and immediately closed the door.

“Is Khuri sleeping?” … he whispered loudly
“No she’s at Juna Mausi’s place… what happened? “
“Good”

He settled in the darkest corner of the room but still could feel Rupali’s questioning gaze bore through him.

This is the moment of truth, he thought.
As Rupali offered him a glass of water, he asked her to sit beside him.

“Rupali, there’s not much time left…you should know the truth about me. “, he was breathing heavily. Beads of sweat now dropped down his eyebrow. The urgency in his tone frightened her.

He could see her curiosity even though she didn’t say anything. Always silent, so quite is my Rupali, he thought.

“Don’t misunderstand me Rupali, I did it for us, for my family. You know how badly I need money to run the household…" He paused for moment. Still contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not.

“Tell me Ratul, what is it?” Rupali whispered slowly.
He lowered his voice.

“I used to illegally make and supply ammunitions to a group. There are youths from nearby villages also. The blast near the Shivapur overbridge was …” Rupali sharply looked towards at him.
“was conspired by us …”

The words slashed through her, shaking her whole body. Images of numerous newspaper reports flashed before her eyes, scarred bodies, wailing women...

“One of us betrayed us to the police. Now CRPF and the army are chasing us like hound dogs…only few of us are alive…” his voice trailed off.

Rupali gasped in horror. Her mind, her hands, her whole body went numb. Not able to come in terms with the fact that she was living in a fake reality. The silence that pursued was the most uncomfortable silence they had ever shared.

She felt like a struggling lamp in a typhoon. Moments passed by without a word. She didn’t know for how long they stayed like that.
Quietly, Ratul stood up and slowly limped towards the door.

“I am leaving the country tomorrow Rupali. Before leaving I wanted you to know the truth.”
“I am sorry”, Rupali murmured, but the words choked in her throat.

He opened the door. She was still in a trance.

“I need to go”.

She didn’t ask where. For the last time she gazed at his sun-tanned face and then there was darkness.

Dreams cannot be built on the graves of somebody else’s dream.

Gradually she gathered herself and locked the door. She looked at the antique wall clock. It was half past 1. There’s still some time left, she thought. Taking out the kerosene Jarkin she poured some into the lantern. The diya now burned bright and steady.

Sitting on the bamboo chair, she opened her book. The words had never been clearer before and never had been she more determined.

” Political science is a social science concerned with the theory and practice of politics ….”Her voice pierced through the deafening silence of the night.

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It was almost 8 am when Rupali heard her friend calling for her.

“Rupali … Rupali … come soon… we will get late for exam… “
“Coming Rituja… but first I need to stop by the Police station…”

::A little this and that::

Wrote this last friday :)

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Agrhhhh… I don’t know whats with me and my sandals… 4th in a row… can u believe that… two sandals broke this week…that too in office…
On Tuesday my sleek-and-slender sandal gave away due to monsoons … near the pantry… and so I slithered all the way to my cubicle… did an emergency fix …and went for lunch… and guess what… the other one broke too… well I was anticipating it so was carrying the fix with me... now while the everyone in GMR canteen were having their lunch… poor princess was fixing her sandal under the table…sniff !!!

So I pledged I would keep all my sleek sandals out of office and planned to wear Dadima-kinds that even my grandmother would refuse to wear…

For the past two days I had been doing the disappearing act… before people’s eyes land on my sandals … swoosh I would be gone :P but as the fate may be… this one too broke today… somehow made the trip to shop and bought a superglue… I am at wits end to figure out whats happening…

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I am going home tomorrow… 2 weeks of Eternal bliss…don’t be jealous please as I am forbidden to go home only twice a year … in case you are wondering who dared to forbid the princess – it’s the Distance … sigh!!!

My planning list includes shopping in Jorhat, shopping in Dibrugarh, shopping in Dimapur and shopping in Guwahati (mostly done by my sis) …ya that would be sufficient I suppose… atleast it would reduce the trouble my Mom takes to send me stitched Salwar-Kurtas :P Am I being a shopaholic???

Since princess only prefers cotton items and her knowledge on buying proper clothes is almost negligible so the shopping spree basically happens in Jorhat along with Mahi and Sister Dear :)

Will get some awesomely-breathtaking pictures for you all…

Dew on a foggy morn, and the smiling ray of sun,
Mischievous alleys sing a song
Princess gonna go home :)

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My short story for Meenaks contests turned out so lame that before I have to dip myself in a pail of water and readers die of suffocation-from-clichés , I decided not to post it… Need to put on my thinking cap again… really salute all the story writers here for always bringing out such brilliant-intriguing stories… Man !!! it’s really a difficult job.

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Will try catching up with blogosphere from home… but my precious PC has now been seized by antics-specialist -drama-boy Bro and is now residing at his hostel, guess I would be offline most of the time…
Till then take care…keep blogging, keep smiling, keep rhyming and don’t forget to Enjoy!!!

Cheers!!!

::My experiments with truth::

“God is truth” … that’s how he summarized his beliefs… he swore to speak only truth… Mahatma ji is an epitome of truth… and the little princess was completely inspired by him… that was 13 years ago though :P…no matter how rowdy I was … the words that were uttered by me were pure truth… unadulterated :P … although the outcomes were not something to cherish about :roll: and if it had not been because of my angelic innocent face, some severe results would still been visible through the years :P … {Another fact being I was afraid of the Kauwa(crow) in “Jhoot bole Kauwa kate” wala saying :P … what if the Kauwa really kaate my lovely self :P }

I was in standard 3, Army School Ambala … as naughty as carefree as ever … one fine day there was supposed to be an English test which (as expected) I was not aware of … So while the whole class was busy writing the best essay ever… the little princess quietly opened her notebook and was busy copying … as the fate may be, Eagle-eyed monitor Mona caught me… grrrr and complained… gained some brownie points too… English Miss glared at me through her harry-potter- glasses and asked if I was guilty of the crime … Me, the honest, and purest and the divine’st’ soul confessed …

UP went both my hands in air, feet swept of the ground… and placed on the bench … and for 1 hour little princess stood at the highest position in the class… Thankfully that was my last day in the school… {which again I was not aware of} … so no parents calling… :D

My new school was Army School Guwahati… and there we used to have music lessons also… Our Music Miss would write songs on the blackboard and the students were meant to copy them, diligently. So one sunny day, I was yawning…and scribbling…teary eyed… dead-bored … only thing I wasn’t doing was copying songs… instead my creative instincts were at its best which resulted in drawing strange symbols and patterns (technically – doodles :P)… Believe me Dan Brown would have been impressed … baffled too… :D

Now that day God knows what came over my Miss, she started asking each one of us if we completed noting down :roll: … Myself, Miss Satyawati Princess replied with a blunt but hesitant No… and when she checked my copy… all I can say is she certainly was not impressed with my crisscross-awkward designs… there was twitching of ear and next thing I remember is waving at my friends outside the class…kneeled down :P Ouch!!! Truth is Painful

Playing the peacemaker between two friends is a dangerous job which the little princess has always performed to perfection {never mind the glitches here and there :P} So one rainy day when Sita and Gita {names changed } were involved in one of the ugliest-snarling-sneering girly fights, Little Princess stepped in and with all her Princess’yness’ and charm she pacified them … { that basically involved tearing them apart and shouting at an ear-piercing decibels }

Now these two girls were Quarrelsome-personified… and when Sita charged me with a bouncer
“Am I more quarrelsome” which was actually the case … I was completely numb… but my Staya-Buddhi got better of my Diplomatic-Buddhi … and before I realized “Dont mind but you are” escaped from my mouth… darn!!!

The Oh-I-Am-so-hurt-that-I-would-fry-you-in-sizzling-oil-with-a-handful-of-chili-in-your-eyes-and-Karela-in-your-mouth look she gave me will forever remain printed in my mind :P

Truth and Lies…both have landed me in hot soup and I am still not sure which one is my real Foe :P

** the second part of Wayanad trip is in progress… will post it once I finish consolidating all the breathtaking snaps.