My Sis, Through My Eyes.

My Sis: Through My Eyes Chapter-5 "Never ever change what makes you who you are, Be always careful of the two-faced human monsters." There is a very famous proverb in English: YOU SEE THE WORLD AS YOU ARE! Whenever I see my sister, Tripti, I am reminded of this maxim. It also reminds me of the Bengali equivalent “Chorer Mar Baro Gala” (The guilty one makes the weirdest scene) Anyway, to come back to my sis, she seems to be living in an illusory world trying to forget and forgive. That day when my Ma was sitting on the divan inside the Baitokkhana (drawing room), I simply can’t get out of my mind. Truth will be out and it cannot be hidden for long. When my Ma, and two nieces were crying their hearts out while the pre-planned scene was being enacted to a T, I preferred to keep quiet. The reason was sometime back I got involved in a similar scene. Someone even scratched me in the tussle. Foolish me, while sitting by my Ma’s bed, I was still bragging th...

Chapter 5: An Epitome of Sacrifice: Recently I was talking to someone about how in recent years, I have started feeling like a stranger in my own native place, Kolkata. 29 years in Bhutan is a long time, no doubt, and I consider myself lucky to have spent the better part of my life in this gorgeous, glamorous, glorious and god-blessed country. But that is no reason why I should hesitate to talk to my own people, why I should think twice before saying anything (it’s yet to happen though). By nature, I am a chatterbox. My wife, Jaya, would often joke with me by saying how I seldom allowed my eldest brother to talk, speaking non-stop myself, when he was in dire need of rest with his eyes drooling. She would also remind me how I would go up and lie beside my late Ma in her bed, having woken her up to share all my sorrows, complaints and joys, while, poor Ma, would be lost trying to catch us with the lost sleep! Now, I cannot open up to anyone anymore. If I say something about the No...

Sricharoneshu Muna, I've decided to write about you. Someone like you needs to be written about. There will be lots of errors. I sat down at my table, after coming back from school and started writing, at a go. At some places, Tapasi will be Tripti, at others Tapasi only. That happened because I got confused whether to use the real names or not. I will correct the mistakes but before that I want your opinion. As My Sister Through My Eyes is all about you, i won't worry much about others for the time being. If you give me the go-ahead, I will give writing a novel another try after the failure to find a publisher for "Didi", my second novel. With regards and best wishes, Bappa MY SISTER THROUGH MY EYES: Some years ago, my eldest brother authored an autobiography. He couldn’t publish it at the insistence of my Mejdi. She told him that by publishing his book, he was likely to hurt a lot of people. Last night I wrote a letter to my bon, she is not ex...

(3) I know I have started my novel on a wrong footing. First of all, on Google+, I started publishing the novel with the 2 nd Chapter first! Secondly, instead of writing about some great personalities, I decided to write about about someone, who is just like our next-door-neighbour. But I decided to write about her at any cost, come rain or shine. I wanted to write about this sister of mine because beneath her demeanour lies an extraordinary character, someone who deserves a bigger chunk of renown than what Life has cared to give her. We prefer to write about our politicians, the so called public servants, who sole purpose of life seems to be how to make others their servants! Some of them may be out and out corrupt. But those, who do not try to grab the limelight, are often left to the mercy of oblivion. Anyway, to come back to my sister, the year 1980, if my memory serves me all right, happened to be an important year in her life. I can still remember that lean and thin girl ...

Friends, this is the second chapter I've just finished writing about the book called My Sis, Through My Eyes. Please pray so that this book of mine can be a smasher. Love. (2) COURAGE: A CHARACTERISTIC HALLMARK OF MY SISTER- THE DAY I WAS TAUGHT A LESSON ON COURAGE: I feel sad that in our formative years, our elders try to impose their wills on us, knowing full well that what they want us to conceive as right, may not be the right thing for us to do later on life. The fact that my once courageous sister, doesn't raise her voice when so much of injustice is happening around her, pains and saddens me no ends. That was an evening for me to have an experience of a life time. I have always been the daughter of the family. You know what I mean, don’t you? I preferred spending time with my late Ma to hanging out with my friends. What I learnt just by being with Ma, will suffice me for the rest of my life and all kinds of experiences that I might have learnt by g...