Memories.. and a small Tribute..

I listen to the genius, Pandit Nikhil Banerjee on his birthday ( he would have turned 77 if he would have been with us today ) as I write this.



As mentioned before, Yaman Kalyan is too awesome to pen down in words. The sense of peace I get listening to this alaap by him is tough to recreate. I am yet to hear anyone who can create the 'mood' which is required while listening to any classical piece as good as Pt Nikhil Banerjee did. Here ends this simple tribute..

Two days back, my father reminded me of a 'funny' gag he and my family used to play on me when I was very little. Whenever I was out, my father would say "Ebar tor biye debo, meye khuji" ( "time to get you married, let's search for the girl" for those less conversant in Bengali ) and I would absolutely freak out and start screaming in terror !! I think I was about 3-4 years old then. The funny thing ( to them at that time, NOT to me ) was that they got me worked up and terrified every time they said that, I wasn't able to call their bluff, not even a single time. As of today I am officially old enough to get married and it's strange how this incident, one I had completely forgotten, came back into my memory two days before today!

Speaking of terrifying little kids, another memory came rushing back. Back when my grandparents ( Dida and Dadna ) were alive, we used to live in the ground floor of my house. There was this show on TV "The Invisible Man" which I was scared to death of, so when my brother watched it I used to run upstairs and "take shelter" in the company of my grandma. What my dear older brother decided to do one day was turn both TVs .. upstairs and downstairs to "The Invisible Man". What resulted was me running upstairs and downstairs continuously for half an hour, screaming and crying. Everyone found it unbelievably funny but I sure didn't back then. I am willing to forgive my brother in spite of the traumatic experience if I get a full written apology though :P.

Like most others, I often wish I could relive my childhood again. We were truly innocent back then, I wonder how much has changed for kids nowadays..