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I have arrived late to the party, it is not my usual style, most of the time I am too early, but this one time do forgive me. I (and by extension my husband) started watching Game of Thrones last month, March to be precise. Many factors contributed to my shaking off this inaction regarding the widely watched and wildly loved series, namely: boredom with Netflix, knowing that the series was coming to an end and feeling left out from the frenzy, wanting to know what all the hoopla about Jon Snow was about ... etc. etc. And unlike many of the people I know, we are actually spending the money and watching the show legally on Amazon Prime Video. In the meanwhile, we also started watching another series called Mozart in the Jungle, a story about a whimsical music conductor and the musicians of  the fictional New York Symphony. We were casually watching MITJ in between episodes of GoT to take a break from the intensity of that show, till one day I realised that it was just the other way ro

For some time I have been feeling the presence of time more acutely. I am witnessing my niece and nephew growing up too quickly and my mother growing older. I sense one of those old fashioned alarm clocks running after me ticking away, intimating that time is running out. But what is time running out for? So many unrealised dreams and unfulfilled expectations of oneself and others, buried under mundane life suddenly surface out of some bizarre happening and all of a sudden life seems like a ticking time bomb. It is quite difficult to reconcile the dichotomous mind, when you want to travel the world and go home at the same time, the two so separate yet entangled like lovers. I think most people who look to go to the furthest corners of the world are looking to go home. As I am getting older in a country that's at it's core only different because the people speak a different language from me, I find myself constantly veering towards my mother tongue, Bangla. I find myself cons

Today  I will not care about the accuracy of my grammar and tenses and my political correctness, today is about my disappointment in mankind. I turn 31 today. It is a birthday filled with sadness, regret, hopelessness, and above all, disappointment. For quite a few months I have been contemplating closing my Facebook account, but the thought of shutting the door on my batch-mates, teachers and acquaintances kept me from taking the step. What had triggered the thought in the first place were the amounts of intolerance and thoughtless comments, pieces of news in form of video and blogs that exemplify inhuman behaviour against women, children, animals.. basically the vulnerable section of the society. I had had enough. Recently, an incident concerning my alma mater, Delhi School of Economics, Department of Geography, was in the news. A student of the final semester propagated some fake news of her having broken the record of the highest scores ever achieved. It's appalling, it'

I have often heard that one should not take anyone for granted. But, it is often the case that we do, especially the ones closest to us. We feel that our loved ones understand us and that they would wait for us to return to them. Such a fate has befallen me and my blogging space. Do not think for a moment that I do not care, I have enquired of it's health and well-being from time to time; I fell into a lazy routine where stopping for a longer conversation was too much work.  I will not lie, I wouldn't say that the thought of severing all ties hadn't occurred to me, but I stopped myself the moment I thought about all the memories I had collected, my myriad states of mind etched onto this space, the thought of losing it all with a click of a button jolted me out of those dark thoughts. I realized that this blog is like my Pensieve.  So, I am back to my virtual witter space, thought I will dust it, remove the cobwebs and gather it up like a baby close to my heart and h

I came across this questionnaire on a fellow blogger's site  Abantor  & here are my answers. I have tried to answer them as truthfully as of this moment, a different mood and a different situation could warrant a different set of answers... but for now here it is A Questionnaire for the Immodest and Curious - Vladimir Nabokov Name, patronymic, last name:  Deepanjana Majumdar  Pen-name, or a preferred pen-name:   Raka Age and preferred age:  29 and 27 Attitude to marriage:   so far so good Attitude to children:  My attitude to them depends on the parents of the said children Profession and preferred profession:  Professionally being trained to be a geomatics expert (whatever that means) In another life would love to be a writer or involved in performing arts! What century would you like to live in?  Would have loved to live my youth in the 1960’s, seems that the world was much more liberal back then or too involved in sex, drugs and ro

No, this is not an episode of the Game of Thrones, I am merely stating a fact. As I sit at my dining table looking out the window I can sense the doom and gloom. The sky is a pallid grey, the young trees that had been planted in the winter of 2012 on our street are quivering and shaking before the wind that threatens to cut short their spring, the young man braves the chill with a cup of vending machine coffee in hand, donning the hood of his red jacket as he walks away My late breakfast of blueberry yogurt and müsli now seems inadequate, the heart desires warm pancakes, but I still have some coffee in the thermos left to take the edge off.  Generally, I should not be complaining, it has been pretty mild here till today,  it has rained everyday for the last 2 weeks, yes, but the temperatures had been warm enough. This city gets very little to no snow in winters, but it is not a very inspiring winter. If it is going to get cold, I may as well have some snow, no wait, what the hell