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What a day!
February 14,2006,Valentine's Day:Hello there.I am Sonaa Dewar.I live in Ash Apartments,Calcutta.My father has a car dealership.That is a sophisticated way of saying he sells cars for a living.Nevertheless,I am getting married.To Arin.Its eleven pm now and we have been engaged for two hours now.I had a great day today,dear diary.I woke up at 5.30 am.College starts at 6.30 pm,you know.My college is BES College.I am doing Bachelor of Commerce from there.We had only one lecture today and that's economics.Professor Banerjee spoke for an hour on Monetary Theory.As usual, most of us understood very little.I attend college to get a degree and that's about it.You see I am already working.I work as reporter for a leading news channel.If I may say so myself I am rather pretty.So pretty that people scarcely know what to do on seeing my face.This makes me very suitable for covering society dos and air-kissing parties.I was at one of these parties today.A leading fragrance was being launched in Calcutta and a huge bash was thrown at The Sheraton.The richest and the prettiest were present at the party which was held at around eight pm.I have attended so many of these launches that I know by rote how the whole thing will go.Still,its my job to talk about the gala on camera.This I did.And I might boast that I did a mighty good job of it.I had been asked to speak to the head honcho of the perfume company whom I had never met before.I have told you about my boyfriend Arin.I met him at a cybercafe last year.He said he was an insurance salesman.And I believed him.We did go out for dates.We always picked up our own tabs.But man,the perfumes he wore.They were just killer.And I wondered why.To get back to the launch.I had been given some background information about this CEO whom I was supposed to talk to for my channel.He was a self-made man.He liked to travel to exotic places and pick up fragrances from there.The trick was to extract the essence of the smell and then replicate it chemically,first in the workshop and then,in the factory.As I was beginning the interview his back was turned to me.It was exactly nine pm. "Sir, I began, "Any special thoughts on this momentous occasion? The CEO turned and who should it be but my own Arin.With the camera running and the cream of Calcutta egging him on Arin went down on one leg.And he said, "Will you be my wife Sonaa? And without knowing how I did it, I said, "Yes. Dear diary it is true.We are going to get married and Arin,the darling he is has named his first perfume after me.Its called "Sonaa of course.
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Very Cruel Fate
Oil Dooars is situated somewhere in North Bengal in the eastern corner of India.It is a small town today trying very hard to become a county headquarter.But it was not thus always.What follows is the remarkable story of the Batter Orchestra.The story is remarkable not because this eponymous orchestra managed to do something monumental.Far from that really.BO became known all over Oil Dooars for the grit and resilience it showed in the face of poverty,hunger and want.Its love for good music was all that mattered.The rest was believed to be incidental.To the story.
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Uncle Podger's Nephew
My Uncle Podger was a great man.The cruel world will say that he amounted to nothing.Maybe that's why he was so great.He died a pauper.But what he did leave behind was the handwritten manuscript of his immortal work "Podger's Pearls.As the name suggests the book was a product of the varied experiences of my dear Uncle.All my life,Unco,as I called him lived off my useless father.Dad was and still is a successful lawyer.He wins most of the cases he takes up.Unco died six months back after eating three days worth of food in one meal.He was forever trying out things,you see.Nevertheless Unco's manuscript fell into my hands.In the first twenty pages of the masterpiece he had given advice about love affairs.He was very forthright.All famous love affairs have ended in the lovers getting seperated or dying.So,he advised,if you must love do not take the romance to its natural end-marriage.Instead, seperate.I decided to try this.
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Then there was none...
Diamond City is near Calcutta.It is THE place for rich people to go for picnics and such other leisure activities.There are many houses in the area which are let out to such groups of people.Tintin Palace is one of them.Its a two storey country house with a sprawling garden.The garden has all manner of plants and many of them are flowering species.Calcutta has very mild winters and thus this season is rather suitable for Diamond City outings.People came in droves here in huge land cruiser type cars.They liked to eat things they would dare not be seen eating in Calcutta city.And also drank beverages to their heart's content.A new party of five people had just arrived in Tintin Palace a few hours before. There were five men all from different professions.
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She
I do not recall when I first met her.Nor do I need to.But what I do know is that she was always by my side.I may have seen her in the picture on the wall.Or in the photograph in the magazine.She may have been the crooner on radio or the news-anchor on television.Whatever she was,she was a constant inspiration.She was in my thoughts.She ruled my dreams.She gave shape to my imagination like nothing else.She could have been my friend,she could have been my lover,she may have been my constant companion.My life was inextricably linked to hers.How and why I do not know.It is just that I had no life distinct from hers.My self-image had no existence without her presence in every pixel.From the time I learnt I had hands and feet,that is,I gained consciousness,I expected her to appear magically.And she did too,in many ways,in several forms.
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