Tejpata ar Purano diner galpo

For some reason good cooking will be always a thing sooo close and yet soooo far thing for me. Wanted to make a curry of Pumpkin and Potato. So called up Ma. For the first time I added tejpata and sugar and jeera powder in my cooking. It was coming up so well.I got the smell almost. But But at the precise moment I went to take a bath and when I came back the whole thing was churned to black lump of ghanto...Sooooo close. Isnt it?

When walking on Infantry Road today this thought came to my mind. Are we getting so mechanical that we are forgetting emotion in life. Akash had given me a short stories book long time back. But couldnt finish it because of its lack of appeal to me. Because most of the stories are having emotional content. Its long since I appreciated Buddhadev Guha. That guy sounds terrible to me now. Its long since I wrote a poem. When my father talks about things in village I think they are all useless. And I never think about having a kid because thats not appealing to me. WHY?

great weekend

First FEM class. Professor seems to be good and also having a sense of humour. Bought one book from Tata Book House. Got another from library. First exposure with ANSYS too.

Had Dosa in lunch and noodles and omlet in snax. Went with Akash and his tree-loving professor.I find it hard to believe that a guy can see a tree and come up with its name instantly. Any tree. But he was doing it. I also saw a tree of Chalta which also has an english name "Elephant Apple".

The professor also talked about Indian Economics in general. Talked about condition of poor. I got totally inspired. I am still inspired by that word "Simple life" which is so impossible to maintain today with ATMs, Colleague's car, foreign trips, lots of undeserved money and half naked girls on MG Road. But I really want to lead a simple life when I will know names of all the trees, all the flowers and all the butterflies. And help some people to live their lives in a more comfortable way.

Then I went to Bengali freshers welcome with Mowghli or Amit. He has benn a good friend of mine of late. He is my IISc connection. Though Aditidi is there too. The IISc bengali association Spandan was showing two films. "Subha Maharat" had a great starting but there was some problem with the DVD player. We also couldnt finish "Dhanyi Meye" and went to sleep at 1:30 after seeing a little of "Tin bhubaner pare".

Woke up late Sunday morning. Had Dosa for Breakfast and went for a walk in campus which soon became a tree watching session. This is all due to Akash.

Then I met a Saurabh Rakshit who came to IISc for doing his MTech from BARC. Had an interesting discussion with him about different profs and different subjects.

In the evening went to a far away place 30 km from IISc. Sri Sri Ravishankar's temple at KanakPura Road. Had a nice experience. Saw some good and inspiring stuff specially the singers there. They can beat all the Indian Idol contestants any time for sure. Great vajans. Great Melodies. Great temple.

That was a good weekend. wasnt it?

Days of solitude #3

Days of solitude #2

Very unproductive day(yesterday) i would say.except i learnt a bit of C++, read a good sci-blog, booked gas, watched a very fun movie(Madagascar) with Alexander.....Noooo...Now I think it was a great day.

I have got this idea of publishing a bengali only-science magazine yesterday afternoon. By today morning it has come down to writing sci article in already published magazine. looks like by evening the whole idea will be gone.

Did 700 kapalbhati.

Days of solitude #1

It has started yesterday. After a long time and probably for the first time I am living alone. Mom, dad, amrita, madhu--- everybody is gone.

Probably it has to do with my bringing up in a village. I am afraid of loneliness and dark. But I know for sure there is tremendous energy in loneliness. But everytime I close my eyes in an empty room I am afraid of what i will see after opening my eyes. But I have to get to that superb energy that comes from loneliness. I will do it.

I read an article in rediff about a author called Murakami. When checked in Blossom I could find out Sputnik sweetheart but not Norwegian wood. in SS first chapter talks of loneliness as described by an american author. Its nice reading. I want to get that book if it comes in roadside within Rs 100.

Harry Potter got me. Finished Part2 today morning only.

I have done 1000 kapalbhati today. Wish I could continue this good thing.

good weekend

A productive weekend i would say. Atleast I started and finished something. This is the fuzzy-logic controller I wanted to implement. Last night around 12 I got it working finally. Sometimes learning is just a flash of realization. Isnt it?
IISc card is still not renewed. So couldnt go to library on Saturday. Read from our old H C Verma. A little of electricity. The table is finally coming. Madhu was again angry on this girl downstair who forgot to switch off the pump. Last evening there was a sweet breeze when I woke up. Madhu is becoming a good cook which means on a Sunday afternoon you are full and sleeping. Not for a long time for sure. There are many reasons for me to study Catalytic Converter. So got some papers, will try to finish it today evening. Lets see what happens.

I dumped LOTR and again started Harry Potter. He just left 9 and 3/4 last night. Stealth is not a good movie but time passed unlike LUCKY.

The joy of taking a bath

Lately I realised the thing I hugely enjoy is taking a bath in a hot shower. We have a geyser in our JB Nagar house and I love playing with the hot and cold water. Sometimes it will be too hot, sometimes too cold and Mr Partha, the User and the Engineer, will do some precision calculation and knob maneuvering to get the optimum temperature.(I had discussed with Dinesh and took help of MS Word spell checker to check the spelling of maneuvering. Actually I had a hard time to digest the spelling of geyser). And in that process sometimes (actually manytimes) Mr. Partha gets burnt. But thats worth of it. But some very rare things happen sometime. Mr. Partha has switched on the geyser and all set to take a bath. Hot water starts flowing. And Mr. Partha tries to get some cold water mixed. But the Great IIT KGP engineer is not aware of the plant inventory. Cold water is consumed by the girls downstair. And no water coming. So Mr Great Engineer shouts "MAdhu, Madhu". Mrs Madhu comes to rescue and life goes on . . .

Butu O Sanchu