Speechless!

Discovering a forgotten bar of Five Star in the bag

Longing for a Money Plant and suddenly finding it in a vase on the dining table

The ‘page view’ of Speechless crossing 100,000, inspite of having ignored her for ages

Not me but my fellow blogger friend noticing it for me

Getting drenched by the time the umbrella could be taken out (totally unintentional)

Collecting my stationery in office then giving the pink coloured pen to Sid (my neighbour at office) and of course seeing him stare at the bright “pink-ness” of the gift in disbelief!

Quitting Facebook and Whatsapp to return to Speechless, in other words, clearing out the junk for some me space

DaaNriye achho tumi amar ganer opare...
Amar shur guli paye choron...
Ami pai ne tomare....

That is what I call our car - Gatum.

I learnt how to drive way back in 2009 but obviously remembered none of it because we didnt have a car back then.

Ever since Gatum has entered our lives...poor car's control has been taken over by various drivers at different times, the worst of the lot obviously being the blogger.

Location - Howrah
Occasion - My cousin sister's wedding

Gatum was supposed to be driven around and used there at the wedding by some driver that my cousin's folks would arrange. The driver did'nt turn up. They badly needed a replacement and got hold of me as a desperate last (and only) resort. I knew how to work upon the gears (the first and the second gears that is) and the ABC.

The best part was i had fever. They woke me up very early next morning, gave me a cup of tea, two biscuits and a Paracetamol. Then asked me to take a whole lot to the river Ganga for jol-showa.
I was at the wheels, but all of us were driving (if you know what I mean). A truck driver was screamed at for coming from the right side (the correct side I mean). A bus that was backing up was instructed by 4 ladies from the rear of a tiny car to wait while Gatum could pass first, etc.

The distance from the house to the venue was also being covered by the new-found driver. There was a manned crossing near the venue and each time the traffic police saw me closing in, he would stop the entire traffic and allowed me the first passage with a frown at first which later changed to a cordial smile by the end of the evening.

The bride in all her fineries was sitting at the back of the car. The groom had already reached the venue. The pandit was enquiring about the bride, but the poor lady was still sitting at the back seat of Gatum waiting at the railway signal because I could not take her the other way round (a short cut) which would have required me to climb a flyover. What if there was a signal and I had to stop at the incline. Brrrrrrr....
So there we were, waiting for the goods train to pass and get the two souls wedded.

All went well, I still get applauded for that day and that's how I started driving around with Dear Gatum.

Some people are just plain awesome.

We have all come across them and they have never left us...

As for me:-

I have made mistakes...they have covered up for me...
I have been absconding...they proxied...
I was applauded....they stood right behind and smiled...
I talked (I cannot talk well but)...they patiently listened...
I did not want to talk...they made me sing a song...write a poem..cook up a dish...or just let me hang around...and sometimes made me laugh...

My Angel#1 once told me : God after sending you to earth, realized his blunder which is why he quickly sent me after you to clean up and take care of his mess... :p

* Kaadchhish keno? Gaaner programme kharap hoyechhe? Hotei pare..Sachin ki roj khelte neme Century kore? (Ami Sachin noi...amio jani shey o jane...kintu oi shomoy hashate perechhilo)...
*Tor dike angul tule kotha bolechhe? Agey angul ta bhang tarpor ami dekhe nichhi. (Na..ami angul bhangini...o mean o kore ni...kintu support korechhilo...tate ami ei pipilikar moton cheharay akta chhoto haati te porinoto hoyechhilam)

My Angel#2 once told me: This is your house, you are free to come here as and when you please...shudhu gaan ta chharish na...
Uni nije jibone khub khub kharap shomoy er moddhe diye gachhen aar amar kachhe bhogobaner che kichhu kom non...

My Angel #3 once : Prevented our friendship from geting over and has always been around through thick and thin...She is about to reach a very important milestone in life and my prayers and good wishes are always with her...
What she did at my wedding is unthinkable. She probably substituted for an elder sister that I never had....

None of these people are my relatives...but they are my Angels and I love them...Thank you for being there...

It is beacuse of you guys that I am able to survive the lonely dark times...karon bhalo shomoy e toh shobai thake..