An Encounter with Snow Peaks

Color Crayons ,,, 46 yrs old

,, its almost 1:00 in the morning ,, but i felt like taking a walk through my "Chelebela" my child hood ,, well its triggered by some uploads by my niece on face book ,, i don't know how could she get hold of some pics which took me back 47 years ,,or even more ,, i was not born though ,, my mom was , i guess 17 and just married ,,my uncle on his graduation ,, me ,,myself ,standing confused , with a ball on the floor, my 2 years old innocent intellect did not know what to do ,,perplexed as usual ,,,my normal self ...

hey you folks ,,how often do we roll back to our memories of our early child hood, and really feel like the happiest person of the world.. i do have so many of such memories ,, sweet memories ,, it was when i was just a kid ,, merely 3 years old ,, by elder brother , 19 years older than me ,then a final year student of BE College Shibpore ,, i was completely oblivious of the fact at that point what BE College is all about ,, after 45 years i still have that sweet memory of getting a set of color crayons from my brother ,,who was in SEN Hall on his final year of engineering studies ,, the lobby , with a canopy ,, where he handed over the crayon box to me as a gifty ,,

15 years later , when i went to do my engineering in the same college ,, the memory played prank with me ,, i found myself standing in front of Sen Hall ,, and i was wondering why this place was so familiar ,, by then 15 years have flown down the river of time ,, it was the place i knew by heart , no one told ne about Sen Hall ,,, to my surprise , one barak servants ,as we used to call them in very colonial terms , came forward and asked me ,,"apni ki Sujit er bhai ?" , ":are you brother of Sujit, my elder brother , ?? ,.i was simply taken aback ,, oh my god , i was amazed this is the place where i recieved one of my precious gifts , a box of crayons 15 years back ,, he made my day ,, and it reinforced my love to my Alma matter BE College ,, its not just an institution ,, its a place where our traditions are so well preserved.........

Some of my early childhood memories are so strong and getting strong day by day ,, i must share , and let people envie my Sweet Cherished Child hood .....

The maiden shot

The maiden shot

sshooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,,sssssssssssst ,,, the shot just grazed your year ,, lucky you ,, you haven't got killed with my first ever blog shot...

I got started here just like that ( in our college lingo JLT) . The other day I was wondering about these “bloggers” or “micro bloggers” folks , Why do people want to express ? Why people want to share their feelings from bottom of their heart ? Why emotion flows like aromas of rich red wine ?? ,, My daughter , My friends , all of them are into it ,, and it kicked me to take the intoxicating shot “called blogging” ..

This is the first attempt and I am decided not be discussing or loading you fellow readers with junkies and zombies of current affairs , or Didi in Kolkata or Holi in Shantiniketan ,, these are bit to clichéd by so many of my fellow bloggers ,,neither I am going do any “emotional atyachaar” as such. The season 1 will only handle about the “Relations” between any two objects, let these be humane or non-humane , animate and inanimate , real life or imaginary…

Let me also plunge into my childhood memories and let me pay tribute to my real life stars ,, that will be season 2 .

So let’s get on, get on board my flight to bloggers den,,,,

See ya soon with my maiden effort of the Season 1 J