As we grow up we collect tales...tales which get lost in the dark lanes of our memory. But they are special, they are worth recollecting. In the heart of the most spirited city Mumbai, these are those lost stories of a girl. A girl who is a wanderer, who dreams to conquer the exotics of her country and beyond. She has opinions which she wants to voice, she loves cinema, she loves reading........these are TALES Aritra wants to TELL.......
As a child I was too pampered. Being the youngest among three siblings, I got undue attention of not only my parents but elder sisters as well. Now when I sit to introspect and come across myself, what I see scares me. Hardships in growing years are painful but getting to grow up in a bed of roses is no better. I actually feel I am a survivor of the “life is a dream world syndrome”. The blow to my existence came with the sad demise of my father. I suddenly realized that sadn
Writing is a passion and not everybody is gifted with the inclination of painting their thoughts with brushes of words on paper. However in a country with population explosion like India, expectantly there is no dearth of writers either. So like any other field, the runners on this ground too face extreme competition. Talking of modern Indian Writers, one name that cannot be skipped is “Chetan Bhagat”. But what is the reason for his fame? Actually the answer to this question
When you are happy and you know it, And you really want to show it, Clap your hands! They say that best friends are made during school life. I firmly believe this saying to be true. However I also believe that there is no age for meeting like-minded people and this most desired encounter with your best friend may happen at any point during the journey of life. Though we actually do not expect to live this encounter in professional life, but in my case I got to meet some of th
The tall dark shadows of lust cover my being, I am used and thrown like a thing. They pull me by my hair, and push me onto a chair, They hurt my body, they hurt my soul but why would you care? I cry, I shout and I beg on my knees, But you forget my pain with ease. They buy, they sell, and they treat me like hell, But you have turned a deaf ear to my yell. Will my tormenters face the gallows? Look how they have pulled me into never ending lows……… Aritra The old fashioned wall
As the raindrops fall on the roof of my cottage in the darkness of the night As the distance sounds of unknown animals reach my ear As I watch the mysterious mist engulf the air making it heavy An un-described feeling of thrill runs down my spine!!!! Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta The 15th August long weekend was approaching and entire Mumbai wanted to make use of it, we as usual came to senses after all hotels had the no vacancy board hanging. I wanted to go to Bhandardhara whi
I stand awestruck and mesmerized by your skill Oh! An epitome of artistic sense Never knew shapeless stones would look so graceful and living Dilwara Jain Temple of Abu is indeed a spectacular example of Indian art and craft. Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta Abu a small hill station at the foot of the Aravalli range! Green and grey mountains and colorful people of Rajasthan impart it with a flavor so different from other hill stations of India! Rajasthan is not a mere state, it’s
“Ei sundor sharnali sondhyae, eki bondhone jorale go bonbhu!!” The rhythmic strokes of the spade creating ripples, The setting sun spreading its golden hue, The cool alluring breeze caressing our souls, And his music!!…. Some bubbles in my stomach, Gentle holding of hands with love, Nakki lake and the intoxicating Abu air, And his music!!...... Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta I didn’t know when my eye lids had embraced my eyes and deep felt emotions had surrounded my inner being.
Where the green and the grey of the mountains, Touch the blue tranquility… Where waters of the crystal clear lake, Summons with placidity …. There I holiday with dear friends, And every moment is well spent in the serenity!! Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta I love to holiday, no matter what the destination is, I always succeed in deriving some sort of inherent pleasure out of it. The joy and gaiety is not bound with time. It doesn’t confine its admirable self within the boundaries
As the scorching sun embrace the dark grey coat of the monsoon clouds, We know the rain is here! When the air carries the tender drops of water in his wings, We know the rain is here! When horns are interrupted by the occasional thunder, We know the rain is here! And when the greenery of hills wave its magical wand, We know the rain is here! Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta Mumbai is a city known for its hustle bustle and busy life. They say the city grows on you, in spite of all
As the looming shadow of darkness descent The vast blueness vanishes with lament As the entire existence smothers in its might The flickering flame of the candle gives darkness a fight! -Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta Darkness can be either internal or external, but I detest both. Light of positivity, light of innocence, light of love and lights in general have always attracted me, even as an infant. I remember, during my first visit and exposure to the natural grandeur of the h