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Sagnik, Subhra and I had a nice one hour after dinner chat … which started with the funny characters of our childhood, i.e., Gopal Bhar, Birbal, Molla Naseeruddin but quickly drifted to a seemingly more serious topic of detectives. I have read all of Feluda, Sherlock Holmes, Sabyasachi; few of Hercule Poirot. But I was kind of disappointed today as how the intricate details of the plots, the culprits, the little marvels of pieces of thought which uncovered the whole mystery in a blink of an eye… have gradually slipped my (slippery?) mind.

I remember my first reaction when I heard the news of Satyajit Ray’s passing away…”No more Feluda Stories, no more trying to pinpoint the culprit before reaching the last page of the book”. But after today’s discussion, it almost seems that I can relive the whole experience by going through the books once again… but where is the guarantee that as soon as I start with one story, my hideously playful brain will not recall the crux of the story as if I had just finished reading it a couple of months ago? Nevertheless, I think it is worth a try. It is difficult to secure Feluda and Sabyasachi here, but I can definitely search for the other ones.

Sigh….. Yet another agenda…

So it seems that finally I have recovered from the nasty flu that had me bedridden for the last couple of days. This weekend I was confined in our apartment all the time. Let me be honest. It seems that I am blaming this confinement of mine on this flu, but in reality this is what my life had been like lately. I was thinking… what am I doing? I am just letting the beautiful summer just pass by without doing anything worthwhile. I had quite a few resolutions before the summer days began. I was planning to devote some time to reading something other than my topic of research, I was really planning to go somewhere for a hiking, maybe camping, I was thinking of developing a nice software… shortly, I wanted to do something creative, be a little adventurous, explore the different corners of the place where I live, see things.. And look, what I have accomplished in the last one and a half months – absolutely nothing. Sometimes this is so depressing. But I know I am better than this. I was not like this all my life, and I don’t remember when the transition occurred which has left me this lazy dumb self. I hate this. I have some resolutions in mind, but I fear to disclose them, lest I again fail to achieve it.

Finally in a moment of desperation, today I booked a car for next weekend. I am definitely going to rent a car this time, for three days, and I am going to drive around a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. God help me, please keep me healthy and free from sickness, and lethargy.

Now it is time for a movie, and then going to bed. I have two choices, either recently released Gayab (Hindi) or a 1957 Audrey Hepburn movie – Love in the Afternoon… is it a tough choice? Maybe to me…. Hmm, I guess I will just toss a coin and see.

I have slept for over 11 hours. I still feel dizzy and disoriented. I usually don’t fall sick that often. But these are something unavoidable in life.

These days Sagnik is our DJ. Often during lunch and dinner Dyuti and Me are presented with some weird but quite familiar collection of old bollywood numbers, ,thanks to the free music collection of MusicIndiaOnline and Raaga. Yesterday was Mithun Chackraborty night. The age old battered speakers of Sagnik’s laptop blurted out songs from Disco Dancer and some other equally old movies. I particularly like the song “Goron Ki Na Kalon Ki” by Suresh Wadkar and Usha Mangeshkar. Somehow these songs bring back the memory of old days of Saraswati puja in our “para”. Today lunch was Amitabh time.

Just as an afterthought of this Saraswati puja thing, I realized that even now, I can look back and see my childhood, most of the time I see myself as thankful for what the Almighty had given me, and sometimes I am regretting over making wrong choices. I wonder how would I see my current self after 10 years down the line. Sometimes I just fall short of wishing for a “Save/Reload” button in my life… Or even an “Undo”.

What a lousy luck. The day I thought I would diligently start to write Blog, I am down with fever. Most probably it is a not so pleasant gift from my roommate Subhradyuti, who was suffering from cold and flu for the past couple of days. Oh God!! I hate this terrible headache.

Somehow in these days of sickness, I feel a little nostalgic. The thought process wanders around uncontrollably. In my half sleep and half awake painful state, I miss somebody sitting at my head, with my head on her lap , the soothing sensation of a pair of soft feminine hands gently caressing my burning forehead…. lulling me gradually to slumber, then to deep peaceful painless dreamless sleep.

Oh Well !!

I hope I would be okay by tomorrow or day after tomorrow. I have not done any work today, (don’t get the impression that I work a lot everyday), but I definitely don’t like the feeling of being imprisoned in the bed.

This is interesting, I was just doing a spell check, and the spell checker from a ‘blog’ site does not know what a ‘blog’ means.

I think I will go to bed now and will try to sleep it off. Anyway there is no point staying awake… the person with whom I keep chatting until quite late in the night is not going to be here tonight….