finally,planeshift

On a previous occassion when I did a google search on free MMORPGs I came upon three games which promised to be good enough to try.These were runescape and planeshift and eternallands.While the first one was a browser based game eternal lands had a very small client download.The problem was with the planeshift.It was 260 mb download.My connection is broadband only in the name actually it is no better than a dial up.So the prospect of downloading the game was quite discouraging and I decided to make myself happy with the other two games.
As a month passed and they to some extent loose their appeal I began to play with the idea of giving it a try.

It took me two and half days(by day I mean 24 hours) to download the client and I have to give up other uses of the net for that period.And as a fitting finale, when I tried to run the installer,
it turned out to be damaged.How I felt at that moment.I so badly wanted to be angry with someone and crack his or her head.

After that painful episode I vowed never to think of that game,how tempting might it be and month after month I was true to myself.However at this moment the thing does not stand as such.Ever since the speed of my connection improved a bit the thought started badgering me.I reasoned with myself ,now that I had a better speed the download would not take as long as the last time,and also this time I would not sacrifice much for its sake;I would download it when I am not using the net for other purposes,and how many days it take to be completed I did not care.If the installer turned out to be damaged again I did not care because I have nothing to lose.

It took me about 16 hours excluding the time I spend on the net surfing or chatting.I kept my computer running all throufh the night while I slept.Fortunately this time the installer ran and soon I was in the land of planeshift and I realized the tag line of the game"one universe is not enough" is very much true.

the journey home(contd.)

As minutes passed and the over crowded train made its way along gleaming iron tracks through verdant rice fields,as it always happens in a train journey,I began to feel idle and so my eyes roamed around the compartment like a worthless vagavond.This was when I was stunned by her beauty.She was extremly beautiful.It did not come to my head how I had missed her beauty all along.So taken aback was I by this sudden revealation that I did not realize that I was staring at her openly, till she turned her eyes toward me.

Despite the presence of her mother by her side and other members of the group she was travelling with,I could not help taking a furtive look at her now and then.My spirit rose further as I also noticed that she was not as young as I had thought.It was only because of her delicate build that she looked far younger than her age.Things took an exciting turn as she, beyond my expectation,began to return my covert gazes.My blood boiled with a feverish nervousness whose sensation always feels so great.However the fear of being unable to handle the situation that might be entailed by too many loking at each other also crept into my mind.And there was always the dreadful possibility that she ,sensing my weakness,was toying with me ,so typical of a greatlooking woman or girl.

I looked out of the window of the speeding train and tried to set my mind on my own problems .Through the corner of my eyes I could see that the girl,who too was loooking through the same window ,was from time to time directing her eyes upon me.But however I was not preapared for what she did next.She nudged my foot with her toes.At first I ignored thinking it was done inadvertantly but I was proved wrong when I could sense apparent deliberation when she again did the same thing.How do I felt ?Was I nervous?Confused,not knowing what to do?Or angry?I thought I looked angry when I turned to look at her.She smiled meekly and dropped her eyes.Till now I am not sure if I was wrong in looking so stern.

Afterwards, our eyes met a number of time and I tried to look more easygoing and approachable
and I wished she did that thing again so that I can reciprocate this time but she never did it again.At times I would approach my foot close to hers and maintain a delicate touch as way of encouragement.

The train rolled into Burdwan station and I disembarked without trying to find if she was looking at me.

musical notes

Recently,I bought,of all things a mouthorgan.The decision to buy it had been arrived upon by me after a lot of complatetion,which was a result of a growing frustration over the fact that I knew nothing that can be called artistic.Studies had never been an art.While in school I used to be very much passionate about painting but I hardly get time to paint and to tell the truth the passion too had burnt out itself to much extent;same is the case with writing.Apart from being so unartistic,my inability to play any musical organ gnawed at my conscience with teeth more sharp.My choice of mouth organ was due to the following reasons:

1. Since childhood I had been amazed by this little piece of thing which can proudce surprisingly melodius notes.I remember how at every fair I would buy a cheap plastic prototype and blew it for days till it was broken and could not be played anymore.
2. It is cheap,costing only sixty rupees.
3. I think it is easy to learn.
4. It looks very hip.

I began to play it very discreetly because I thought it would be ridiculous to others to see me playing a mouthorgan all of a sudden. On days,especially weekends,when I am at Burdwan ,in the late afternoon,as the sun starts dying its daily death with a lot of blood spilling across the firmament,I would climb to the roof and play the thing ,always careful about not being seen by people on nearby rooves.Though by now everyone in the house know this I still keep it a open seceret except when the children,infront of whom I openly play, are concerned.

Altough I thought that it was easy to learn to play a mouthorgan I knew it would not be a cakewalk.So when I could not get a proper tune out of the device and still cannot,I was not engulfed by a sense of frustration.I told to myself "Don't be too anxious to learn it in the shortest possible time.Just keep on playing regularly."My both grandfathers were very much musical and so is my younger uncle ,that is why I have faith on my musical sense.

I realized sinscerity was not enough, a basic knowledge about the device is also necessary.So I did a search on google and found out a good site providing tips.Now I am following those tips.I dream of a day when I would render so many melodious tunes effortlessly,so effotlessly that my eyes would smile while I play.

a few landmarks of our city

planetorium

science museum

108 temple

the curzon gate

When ,on my way back to Burdwan after the 2nd semester was over, I tried to board the overly crowded train I was hardly aware that the ride would not be that boring as it usually happens to be with all the people and heat and sweat.It was difficult to enter the compatment itself let alone finding a place to sit for the one and half hour long journey ahead.However,a nonbengali man(most of the passengers are nonbengali,who earn their livelihood in kolkata and now returning to their homes ) to his great kindness let me sit in one corner of his seat.I to my great relief took my place,careful not to occupy much of the seat so as to anger the doner,and waited for the train to leave as more and more people elbowed and pushed their way into the coach,dragging huge luggages with them,crowded the aisle,dancing their butts infront of faces of people who were early enough to get a place to rest their bums.It was because this crowds that I did not noticed her sitting on the seat opposite me across the aisle.After the train had left the platform and many of the passengers had coaxed their way to some sort of sitting place I saw her clearly.She sat next to a middleaged woman who had a baby girl on her lap and who apparently was her mother.She was travelling with a number of other family members or relatives who occupied the other seats.I also noticed that she was a muslim and also very young and had a very fair compelexion.I noticed all these things not because I was studying her minutely.She was no different from other passengers, and since I thought she was way too young I didnot have any immediate dirty thoughts.

(to be continued)

feeling lonley

Really,sometimes it gets very lonley here.It is not that there is a dearth of people out there, it is simply that you are not enough fortunate to get their attention.Certainly this a more painful kind of isolation.I would better live my life in a sparsely populated area,perhaps some places at the foot of a hill;in that case I might even enjoy my isolation.Still we hope......the word hope sounds so familiar.