One of the biggest source of happiness is to feel the joy of happiness which is felt by your loved ones.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
So many things... it says... And all it made me SPEECHLESS!
"FB wall is partly what we are, partly we are not, partly what we want to be, partly what we wanted to be, partly what we could never be, partly real, partly show off..Haunting past, uncontrollable present, anticipated future and illogical fantasy - all rolled into one. Its amalgam of my dreams, your reality, somebody's passion, someone's obsession and everyone's denial for life."
Courtesy to "Swapnil Kharwadkar"
Posted by Subhranath Chunder at 2:04 AM
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Posted by Subhranath Chunder at 4:56 PM
This blog of mine has experienced some unexpected visitors ever since I had started to reuse it properly. As a direct result of it, I had realized, that I wasn't always able to write it the way I wanted to. But still, I went on. But after my last post, I really wasn't expecting these many "unexpected" readers. Honestly, I can't even deny that I didn't really wanted it to happen. But yes, I wasn't expecting it to happen.
Anyway, that was the main reason I had stopped writing it since then.
But now, I think the time has finally come, to continue what I had started.
P.S. Of-course, with the filtering on this time. :)
Posted by Subhranath Chunder at 1:39 PM
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, 27th December 2009 - 12:46 AM
It has been long time since I was, well "small".
Whenever I think of Christmas, I get back memories of very old times. The memories are all from the 90's, the times when I was still quite a small schoolboy. Things used to be so colorful at Christmas. I used to decorate our room in colorful ribbons, balloons, and other sparkling and glittering things from stars to balls, to whatever I had. I even had a little christmas tree, and decorated it with more things than it could withstand. The little colorful bells, that hung from the branches always seemed so cute. The only thing missing in them were the sounds of jingling. Later on I had shifted to decorating Dada's room instead of ours. Now that I remember about the shifting, why that ever took place I can't seem to remember. Anyway, all seemed so well at this time of the year then. Infact to me it seemed the best time of the year. The cold, the colors of christmas, the vacation at school, the anticipation of coming of a new year, the way santa dresses, (in whatever illustrations I had seen), the christmas themed cartoons at Cartoon Network, the english movies with something "christmas" based in it, the home alone series, all seemed so fascinating. It was normally at that those time that someone from Jethu's family used to visit Calcutta, and it only added to even more excitement. The different types of cakes and pastries, and oranges all were so Christmas like...
All these little and small things kept me so much lively, and happy. Something worth waiting for one more year, to come again. Those were the days, when I used to think, a year is such a long time, and good things like this shouldn't have to wait for so long. Now, I guess I know why all those waiting was for...
And coming back to where I'm today... this is the same old Christmas time... But today, I'm least bothered of something so called. I don't know whether I myself have chosen this or not. Or is it something which I could have changed or not. But here its no use thinking what I could have done, and perhaps been in some other point in some other parallel time-line. Time doesn't seem to wait, and the only thing I could think of is, how to get back somewhere as close to where I once was.
The only thing worth remembering from this year's Christmas is my first chat with Shruti. I don't know whether it is simple attraction, crush, love or whatever. All I know is that, if someone asks me to think of anyone, it would be her. If I'm going somewhere, and wish someone was with me there, it would be her. If I'm feeling bored and try to think of something different, she would be first thing to come to my mind. If I'm going to bed, she would be last thing I would remember. Whenever I lookup at my G-talk, I hope to see her there, even if I know I ain't even going to say a single thing. Whenever I get happy, I wish she could be the first one to know it. Sometimes when I've my eyes closed, and when I open them I hope to see her there. Whenever I eat something, she would be there to share. Whenever I feel like saying something, or even at times when I don't feel like saying anything, she would be there to understand it. I don't want her to be perfect or even anywhere near perfection in anything. Its only the intention that'll ever matter. Some efforts might be lazy or too weak to be called an effort itself, but still the intention is all that matters. It has been quite a long time now since I saw her the first time. I still remember the days at my first semester, when a mere glimpse or her, before the exams made me feel that even a bad days' exam can't make me feel dull. Even the worst thing didn't ever dampen my spirits, if I had even seen her somewhere.
I meet so many people everyday. Even there are ones whom I meet often. And there are so many whom I meet or get to see as less frequently as her. Of so many people its only her, that keeps coming back to my mind. Even now, when she is thousands of miles away from here, my mind seems to still lost looking for her.
Posted by Subhranath Chunder at 3:05 AM
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, 12th December 2009 - 3:42 PM
It has been exactly one week that I've been in Delhi.
Last Sunday, the 6th, the Howrah-New Delhi, Rajdhani Express arrived at the New Delhi station at 10AM. I had two bags and one backpack with me. These were the same two luggages I had taken to Pune, last year. Out of these, one was the suitcase I had lost last week. My mind was going back in time, when I first came to Pune. Some things were so similar about that time and now. But some were so different. The exact reason for being their at that place were so different now.
With the help of a coolie, I took my luggages and went to the auto-stand. From there I boarded an auto-rickshaw and went for my destination, Kingsway Camp, the Metro station in front of it. Later I came to know that this Metro Station was actually called GTB Nagar. I had got off the auto-rickshaw, and was waiting for Ashish to arrive there. While waiting for him, I took out my cell-phone, and was checking out my mailboxes for any new mails. I have already started believing in one thing. Good things only happen to you when you least expect them. Using the word 'good' is or isn't exactly appropriate, I don't know. But I can certainly call it 'unexpected'. hee hee... :D
I had got a reply of the mail I had sent earlier. Some small things like these can make people like me so happy...
At the first day of our office, all three us, me, Ashish and Chhavi were expecting to get assigned to some Drupal projects. But we were offered three different techologies to choose from ourselves. After doing some research on each of those things, we finally announced what we were going for at the end of the day to Vivek. I myself went for the Python based on-the-rise open-source web development framework Django. Ashish went for the Php based Typo3 CMS, which was my second preference at that moment. And Chhavi went for the Php based Drupal CMS. We were introduced to each of our Team Leaders, and mine was Gora.
I've been studying Python and the Django framework since then. My TL even gave me a previously unfinished project to work on and develop my knowledge, as I go through it. Thats what I have been doing now-a-days, learning things as I go by it.
I like the office pretty much. Its not like a large and huge company one dreams to get to. But it is small company where one would love to stay for a long time.
The whole environment, the people, and way things work all seems so nice and friendly.
Overall, it has been a pretty different kind of week in my life. But that was something quite expected. Lets see what comes up next...
Posted by Subhranath Chunder at 7:28 PM