Today Is The Last Day Of My Life To Collect Books From School. My School Life Is Going To Have A "যবনিকা

~BISWABHARATI MUSEUM~

(Shantiniketan Trip :- Day-3)

One of the best places of shantiniketan. Mobile was allowed but photography was not allowed inside the museum (i have made a audio-video, keeping the video on inside my bag and recording the convos) so I have to describe everything.

Best books of Rabindranath Thakur. The things which were used by Rabi Thakur, the gifts which he received from japan and other countries. His letters, his meeting with George B. Shaw, Netaji etc..

(I don't know why but I am unable to post the video🙂)

I had a romantic moment there too 🤭. He was really into literature he was reading everything which was hanged in the walls of the museum and I went near, started reading out loud and he was listening to me then we smiled at each other, later on we came out together from the museum and parted ways. 😭

My favorite mutuals:-

@intellectual6666 @shyam-kariya @choppedphilosopherharmony @arjokonna @aapki-shayara @uska-deewana @enigma-the-mysterious @anarkali-disco-chali @myladytara @existingwhy @moonhymnss @zakhmpemarham

Dear bangalis abar jege otho!!! Khadyo Prem hoyejak goppo......

Aloor Dum er "trikon prem"

Aloor Dum er Khichurir proti je prem ashofhol roye jawar karon seh lebi (thuri) labra ke prem nibedon korle boshlo..

Accha apnarai bolun oii bhetkano labra ar sathe Khichuri ke ki manaye apni bolun.. Khichuri ar aloor dum eta holo ekta ideal couple taaaa naaa Khichuri prem patra pathalo labra ke.. Isshhh. Anyways sobh mene niye egiye jete hobe..

Ebar pordaye elo LUCHI

Luchi toh Aloor Dum ke dekhe ekebare preme habudubu. Mane ekebare "maar gonga jhilik jhilik" situation. Luchi gelo tar didi Porotar kacche jigesh korte je seh jodi aloor dum ke date e jaye tahole kemon hobe. Porota didi sposto jobab e na boledo ebong etao bollo je moyeda maa boleche aloor dum er sathe luchir status match korena. Date e jodi jetei hoye tahole kashmiri aloor dum er sathe jete hobe..

Aloor dum toh aloor dum e hoyeeee... Kashmiri fhashmiri esobh chinina baba.. Aloor dum er moto kopal amaro.. Anyways golpe fhire ashi.. Mon mora hoye oikhane dariye kadte thake aloor dum. Etotai kadchilo je shunte pacchilona je oke keu ekta daakche..

Raage obhimane ghure takiye dekhe Korayishutir Kochuri.. Korayishutir Kochuri toh aloor dum ke dekhe ekebare matal..

Kintu ebar ki hobe? Hobe ki korayishutir kochuri ar Aloor dum er prem? Jante hole chokh rakun..

Amra shigrohi phire ashbo golpo niye.. Nomoshkar..

Tagging bangalisss

@intellectual6666 @enigma-the-mysterious @aahanna @kaalboisakhi @arjokonya @inmyworldblr @choppedphilosopherharmony @misti31 ei kota bangali ache ig!!

Sharmila Tagore on the set of  “Aranyer Din Ratri”, 1969

Didi you're like this song !!

A free and happy spirit 😊💙

😭😭😭😭😭😭 thankssss

Lmaooo... Lemme think for a sec! Umm.. Uchingre lmao..

🥺 that's too embarassing,titli

Titli?? You named me titli lmaooo

My mother says, "Child, no one likes a mad woman".

But mother, did no one like you too?

or did you swallow your madness, choke on it for years after years

to make them like you?

"Write it down", they say.

"Turn your pain into poetry".

But its not just pain, mother.

It is rage too.

A tempest trapped in my chest.

The pages burn to ashes whenever I put a pen to test.

I try to be a poet.

but I am not a poet mother,

I am a woman.

I want to fly and soar

But they clip my wings down.

So I scream and shout

But they tell me I am mad and muffle my cries.

I water down my painful rage

But I keep choking on it.

"Child, no one likes a mad woman", my mother says again.

I know mother, I know.

So I remain silent

like a simmering volcano.

But the day I rise, there will be ashes

No one will like me then.

No one will be left to like me then.

- P

what is your ideal type of guy/man? You are so into art, film, drama, theatre, book and other stuffs so this is my question to you.

Anirban Bhattacharya

.....is my ideal type. He is the person of charm, intellect, education. I learned alot from this person. If I ever date someone, I would surely date someone like him.

He has captured my whole heart after Uttam Kumar and Shah Rukh Khan. He is the one who gave the inspiration to read Bengali books and to cherish the fact that "Yes I am Bengali".

I lose words when I write or think about him. He told in one of his interview that "I don't have to choose someone, life is not a toy shop that I will go and find my ideal type and when my works are done I will throw it off" . If someone say these things obviously being head over heals is not a crime..

Lots of love Anirban..📜

I get in the car with him. I’m meeting him in person for the first time and his smile warms my heart. “You said you’ll wear a pullover” he says. “Actually, the pullover got stained”. I look over to him and his eyes are on the road. He looks like a new beginning. Hope blooms shamelessly in my heart. We stop for noodles by the road. It is his favourite spot he mentions. I mentally thank him for sharing a favourite with me. We talk about poetry and he asks me why I like Sylvia Plath so much. I start telling him expecting disinterest to mar his face. But he looks at me like I am a language he wishes to be fluent in. No one has ever looked at me like that. The shopkeeper calls out suddenly, breaking the moment. He goes out to bring the noodles. He hands me my plate and says, “Be careful. it is hot.” and I look at him like he just said ‘I like you’. It is raining outside and we sit in the car in the comfortable silence, eating. The moment feels almost magical. The steam from the noodles clouds the air, blurring the world outside. I look over to him and our eyes meet. My cheeks heat up. “I love the rain”, I say hiding my smitten expression. “Oh me too. It is so romantic”, he agrees. The RJ of the radio agrees too and a romantic tune fills the car. The conversation flows like a river from books to movies to politics to spirituality. He laughs like a kid at my jokes and it takes all of my self control to not reach over and squish his cheeks. He is just so adorable. He feels like the other half of me. The other piece to my puzzle. I let myself hope of us together. But he talks of everything, never us. I plead in my head, “Tell me that you want to meet again. Tell me please, this is just the very first page.” He never does. He drops me at the bus stop. The sinking feeling slowly contaminating the high. “I’ll call you”, he says painting the blue of despair with the yellow of hope. But he never does. He never calls.

okay, attention bangali!!!, saraswati pujo and valentines day are on the same day this year.. Saraswati pujo is basically the valentines day of bengalis.

Now, to all those bacha bacha couples, bad luck- karon tomader bedsheet ar bedcover hoye ekdin e berote debe.. ar berote parbenaa.. Because you cringe couples aka doodh er sishus are the only cause of deflation of my sanity (karon toder dekhle amar gaa haath pa jole jaye). Uronto bike e duronto mamomi’s, ektu aste gari chalaben tar karon apnader mrityo shigrohi ashche bole amader moto paaye chola public dero mrityor karon hoben na..

To all the "parar kuchute kakimaas" jodi dekhi apnar meye OYO te giye anjali dicche, tobe amio kintu shonate charbona.. (Ami school theke karor sathe fhirle toh ekebare semi-mahabharat shuru kore phelen) Beshi barabari korlena cheredebona....

Ekhon anek day ashte choleche... ami just slap day tar jonyo wait korchi.. Rastaye jake dekhbo takei chor mere happy slap day bole cut marbo...

Okay koekta bangali der tag koredi

@enigma-the-mysterious @punamc @choppedphilosopherharmony @dopebanditlightpie @zindagi-se-darte-ho @hashi-thatta @janaknandini-singh999 @jukti-torko-golpo

Ei koekjon e ache i guess

Today, as I was browsing YouTube, I stumbled upon a video uploaded by SVF clips featuring scenes from the Bengali movie "Villain." Intrigued by the snippets, I promptly logged into Hoichoi to watch the full film.

However, the experience turned out to be quite disappointing. The storyline, plot, music, and dialogues were all incredibly cringeworthy. I find myself regretting my decision to watch it.

It makes me wonder why the Bengali film industry seems preoccupied with producing such films. Movies like "Bindass," "Herogiri," and others of their ilk — are they even worthy of being called movies?

I forgot to add the beautiful lyrics of the song present in the movie "chokhe legeche dhoya tor angul choyar nesha legeche bedon (ki egulo???) nei thik thikana bhule giye bahana, sudhu thote thot khujbe norom, doze doze doze chade pyaar ki yeh doze"

I'm feeling deeply unsettled at the moment. Once a year, Koushik Ganguly and Srijit Mukherji return with their thought-provoking films, which truly stand out as gems. I find myself longing for the era of Satyajit Ray and Rituparno Ghosh, whose films defined Bangla cinema.

Ajke ei tuku, pore ashchi ekta chotto biroti niye songe thakun shusto thakun.