mY diaRy pAge(2)...

"OK,Mr.Denise Douglas,you had a long journey to get to here,tell us more about it."
(oh! forgot to mention you....I changed my name...am not Debabrata anymore.....but kept my initials DD...I mean, I adopted Christianity.)

"thank you...Miss. Green..I must say you are looking great(laughs) and a very good afternoon to all the viewers out here..it has been a pleasure to be a part of the "PEOPLE"...yeah,i worked really hard, put on innovation, surveyed what best suites our customers since back in 2015 when I arrived US from India and joined my first firm as a marketing executive at a Wal-Mart subsidiary store..it just carried on from there....it's simply.a dream come true"


"OK,you are probably the next style-icon, the passion driving Americans crazy...so tell us about your choices"
"starting with literature....i read a lot of Mario Puzo..specially "godfather"...i fell in love with it and in classics,i think mark twain did a great job. i like Spielberg movies and 'battleship Potemkin' is really a masterpiece, i think."

"tell us more about your wardrobe collections"
"its listless,come on"
"our viewers are your fan,for them....if you can....just line up a few...i think you can do that...i am a personal fan of your work,i admit to that"
"thank you for that....ok......then,let me tell you some chords that always strike hard on me, my favorite wardrobe is a 'Armani versace', 'Christine Dior' or a 'Louis Vuitton'. a 'versace' tuxedo is an all time favorite...'new york' pants, shoes from 'lee cooper',London, sunglasses from 'Chanel' are a few of my chosen ones......you know, it's hard to be a style icon"

"let's come to the lighter part of you, you work throughout the year...where do you like to spend your holidays anyway?"
"well, well, well....my favorite city would be London, fleet street and i have my personal holiday consultant 'Conde Nast' which is a french-based company"

"we heard a lot about you being choosy in your dinner table...can you let me know your personal favorite list just?"
"ok....if you go to my shelf, you will find all the essence of Chinese, Italian top classes...i like lasagna, basically its Italian flavored essentially with the essence of acorn and almonds"

"it's my favorite too..ok,Mr. Douglas, tell us something about Indian....you are of Indian origin, i heard about"
"well,India is great....India.......India is a great country...well,don't stress it now, i am an American now and that's what really matters"





.....suddenly, it turned black...
i had nothing to say.

the mesmerizing flavor of the serene air gone, the atmosphere turning gloomy, i could feel my cheeks getting warmer...Miss Green evanesced somewhere amid all this...i opened my eyes.

"gosh, it was a dream?"

the splintering sunlight plunged into my face, the winter wind gentle on my hair...aligning it sideways...forcing me to close the shutter...wake up, sit still, yawning, hibernate for a while.

my sis marched over to my pillow side, handled me the bedroom tea, dressing the coir and blankets back to place.
"bro, you woke up so early...it's not even six...anyway, good morning bro"
"good morning, its sunny already dear."

....**** part 2/4 ends****....

DIARY PAGE(2)...

[this following blog is a formulated personal diary page format. for the writer,the symbology relates to the intimacy of ones' thoughts,expression of substantial ideas and putting them down in a written space. from the readers,the writer just expects a reciprocation and understanding of themselves and understanding through him.]


31 Oct' 08
Friday
10.45 pm
Sometimes, its better to think less.
Sometimes,its better to make yourself on the safe side, be on the optimist part of "you"....the part of you everybody knows about, talk about.
Sometimes, i should not care about these things.

Maybe something about the sometimes is "sometimes somewhere true".......but what about when that something comes over to you, again and again, questions about "you"...questions WHO I AM and WHAT I SHOULD DO...QUESTIONS ABOUT MY WHOLE EXISTENCE...MY ENTIRE PRESENCE..my purpose of THIS LIFE!!

year 2030
Dec 24
7.30 in the evening.
Christmas eve.
Time Warner studios.New York,USA.

The film rolls and "action".
I sat cross-legged, plunging backward down the laxed upholstered couch, cigars lined up along the fathomed,much adorned cigar-box cedar especially 4 me. I could see the focused young white fellow man-handling the six Sony cinematography cameras lined up inclined side-by side for a better view, the lightening instrumentals, the soothing aroma, sizzling freshener, bulged up luminosity...and....the much fancied Miss Catherine Green was by my side, gazing at me. I must say she was looking amazing, glamorous. but after all, I was the star of the night.
Two pieces of "PEOPLE" lay by my side, cornering the see-through glass piece, also comprising of lavender vase, blue Chinese terracotta vessel adding to the beauty of the show...
I have been chosen the "fashion icon of the 'Christmas issue' edition" of the 'PEOPLE' magazine...the 'Washington post' addressing me as the 'person of the year'. I was famous.
The set, the stage was simply perfect.

"OK,Mr.Denise Douglas,you had a long journey to get to here,tell us more about it."
(oh! forgot to mention you....i changed my name...am not Debabrata anymore.....but kept my initials DD...I mean, I adopted Christianity.)

....end of part 1/4...

’maybe someday’?

I remember I was in diploma final year when I read this…
If you had to look back on your life what would you remember?
The promotion?
The performance bonus?
The plaque in the conference room?
It doesn’t take supreme intelligence to know what really matters.
And yet, you do little besides look in the distance and sigh.
Wouldn’t it be tragic to realize too late that you didn’t see the trap, that you didn’t recognize the two words that are the biggest curse of humanity…’maybe someday’?

“One touch, one glance, can change a whole life.”

“He looked just like an ordinary man, with nothing remarkable about Him. He used the simplest language, and I thought, ‘Can this man be a great teacher?’ I crept near him and asked him the questions which I had been asking others all my life. ‘Do you believe in God, Sir?’ ‘Yes’. ‘How can you?’ ‘Because I see Him just as I see you here, only in a much more intense sense.’ That impressed me at once. For the first time I found a person who dared to say that he saw God, that religion was a reality, to be felt, to be sensed in an infinitely more intense way than we can sense the world. I began to go to that man, day after day, and I actually saw that religion could be given. One touch, one glance, can change a whole life.”

-Swami Vivekananda about his guru, Sri Ramakrishna Paramhansa