After long I am back to blogging!! Days had been hectic and somewhat lazy too….

No access to Internet had been a boon in some senses but I missed it in many senses too. Being Internet savvy makes you addicted to certain mental food, non-compliance to those leads to hunger that generally appeases once I get the google page open in front of me and my fingers dancing on the key board producing a musical tak-tak.

My first introduction to the world of INTERNET is not much older. I got to be attached with it only about 10 years back…but now it is ruling over almost 10 hours a day of mine. I wonder how people managed in the non-internet era…huh!!

I was reading a book of Manoj Das (the one n only) last week in a lazy afternoon. He had cited few instances of his childhood, i.e. in 1930 ‘s when they used to walk for the whole day to reach few miles and few people had access to monthly/ weekly news paper and the post man used to be the highly respected and most wanted man.

Kolkata, used to be the dreamland for many.

Even my maternal grandfather who was a jamindaar (landlord) of his time got the most precious and grand things as gifts from his father in law at the time of marriage with my granny. Those were : a bi-cycle, gold buttons, a torch light, a radio and a wrist watch…huhhh!!!

Can we imagine now a days???

But yes, the serenity of the life of people of that time used to be exclusively beautiful. The love, respect, togetherness, bonding, happiness over little things and the crystal clear heart of people were priceless. The soft breeze, mango trees, ponds…………

Alas….I can not rewind time!!

I am now back to my internet world with a handy mobile switched on day and night, still when I think about the Manoj Das Stories, when I think about my Nana ji and when I think about my village I miss something badly…I MISS LIFE!!!