A Call @ Calcutta Zoological Garden




Call @ The Zoological Garden

Ever since birth, we have been a repeated winter visitor at the much known Calcutta Zoological Garden, also known as the Alipur Zoo. My Father has been an exceptionally well story teller. I could remember Sunday afternoons of our childhood, when He used to narrate us stories one after the other to make us sleep under an affectionate pair of arms.Animals and fictions, yet emotional contents were major parts of the story told by him. Till the boundary of the primary school , he didn’t leave a single winter weekend to make ourselves eye every elements of our much loved City of joy. November Second, 2016 had given another day to explore the newly renewed zoo.


The Alligators

The afternoon Sun was so amazingly well lightened, that made the resting alligator looked like one of the sly creature kept at the garden. The contrast made by the green back waters made every witnesses stand there for more than a while. It was a perfect photographer’s land.


The Curious Childhood

Animal’s little planet made the little child curiously attached with the four hours trip. He had been asking for “Sher Khan dekhna hain abhi, uske baad Elephant, phir Lion too”. Hearing those innocent yet warm words, I eyed towards my Father and reminded of those beautiful days, when he used to take my hands to the same place more than a decade ago. My eyes were wept by tears rolling down, which I had to hide from the crowd.



The Alligators

Carrying the dearest pair of eyes, the Deer caught my shutter’s two captures. They were joy to watch above the green pads.


The Deer


Afternoon Rest

The tale of the Tortoise and the Rabbit, the cunning reminder of the childhood fantasies. How many times we have been narrated this story , none of us could even remember the endless summers and winters.



The Little One

And the Curious Kid




The Guardian Guide

This is the best snap I had taken that day. These pair of hands once guided me through this same pavement of pebbles. My Father, My Proud Father guided his grandson carrying the same enthusiasm. I wish someone would have been there at my time to take a picture of him holding my little hands then….


The Chimpanzee

With a great history of evolution the Chimpanzee had taken an immensely pivotal role as the center of the attraction at the Alipur Zoo.


The Bear

The second most scary animal in the wild, the sloth Bear here seemed to be very adoring and lovely.


The Traveler


Royal Bengal Tiger

It was my Father as usual, who made me watch the exemplary view to the self declared king of the jungle.


A Lake Side View


The National Bird

Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful


An Old Stopover


The Caged Beauty


The King


Elephants spotted after the eagerly waiting


Wild behind the Wild Stone


Three storied family


And The Stripped


This Blog is dedicated to my Father, ever Watchful and Wondering


Days of Toys


Wonderland of the Visitors


Fallen For Fanushi 4.0




Sky full of Lanterns

Thy we named you as the lantern of he sky

As you combined hands together to fly

The Sunday was sly, and the Sky was full of you

You filled the heart of the city of joy


As the name resemblances , the very own ūüéČ Diwali Celebration of ours was embraced by the hovering sky ūüĆĆ lanterns this year

As an endearing Green Diwali initiative Fanushi 4.0 had innovated sly notations on our hearts ūüíē¬†

Let the Diwali Delights bring this delicacy for years to come

Let’s all gather again at our city of home


I wish I could fly along with you….
I wish I could hold you till you touch my heart
I wish I could ornament you with colors of my mind
I wish I could win the sky full of you, Oh! Kind


From a No man’s land I let you fly with my hovering wish

With the urge of living dynamics and covering thirst

Let me witness you from my watchful eyes


I have left an age of ceremonies there at your lap Under your warm love of friendship 

Covered by our trust and unavoidable gap 

I have left my mind full of urges to win you there at your heart ‚̧ԳŹ¬†

Touched by your glorious voice of lustrous melodies 

Layered by my choir of concerts that hold your beats ūüíó


And the cloudburst came over us when you hugged me in thirst

The rain ‚ėĒÔłŹhad sung a song of dancing ūüíÉ love and darkened sky ūüĆƬ†

I was done later , when you had my cunning pain

We wrote a poetry on the pavement of our pacemakers 

Time wept lines off , curves got stolen , tears ūüė≠ got rolled over ,

Our poetry of togetherness stayed forever

Fate realized that the close we live , our body, our souls ain’t covering that distance of resonance 

We were left alone together , miles from each other , covering our lightened sky ūüĆĆ and day dreaming space ūüöÄ


Dream that caught on fire last night Over an unbeaten fight 

Since the years of sound and light 

Time forgot to tell us the tale of kite 
Dream that caught on fire 

Forgiving my loved attire 

Pain that rained through the year

Countryside wrote the last Lear 
Dream that caught on fire 

On a sunny blissful affair 

However could forget the wish and her hair 

Glory that let me remember it with deep love and fear


Fallen apart from my sky of woodenly mellows

Indirectly emoting a greedily arrows 

Oh that certainly failed to impress my customs 

That never cared about my solemnly wisdom


A tale of love

A story of witnessing history

Reminding me of my good old acoustics

From the diaries of my hundred miles

Till the closest covered sunsets from my window grills

Reminding me of my last walk through my pavement of emoting innocence

From the holy little book of solemnity

Till the thousand steps of togetherness from serenity

Reminding me of the last good bye though my song of separation

From the classes of my college days

Till the starter of an endless autumnal plays


I have a dream to love you 

To touch you in a middle of a rainy downpour 

To feel you in a middle of falling cluster of my timeless tour 

To sketch you under my pen and pencil and my lustrous skiing lour 

To arm you beneath my wide gateways of Nature’s sour 

I have a dream to love you 

To live you in your lovely little loved Life of love and care 

To dream you beyond the parallax that draw you dare 

To hold you with my unarmed arms of sunset and fire

To write you in my protagonist Novel of sunrise and lure 

I have a dream to love you 

To die for you before the death of time and age 

To fight for you from the binding of life and cage 

To care for you from my framing broadened stage 

I have a dream to love you


Let the time flow Let the whistle blow 

Time your watch to the perfect lap of the day

Once you will find the snap in the priceless clay 

Let the line go straight 

Let the circle go round 

Speed your walk up 

Once you will find the peace in a little tea cup 

Let the hill station get frozen

Let the glass get broken

Open your eyes to infinite 


Life goes on dying after restless urges,
We never realize that diseased eyes could kill hundreds sights,

A kite that’s lost today , once were played by us at our own sky,

There’s no peace of Mother found in son’s crawling face,

A mumbling time is passing by our cravenness….

We never understand that whatever is ours …will come to us by their own wish….

The night comes up with darkened city streets ….the blissful colors do describe the innocent victims….

Let the day come…again we shall be engaged in enacting that all seems to be right…though we still crave for what we haven’t got yet….


Thy I am calling you to meet the glory of the universe , to the unmatched beauty of nature’s lap by the morning shower of your Mother’s hand….to the future of unseen passages and to the glorious occasion of life….

Thy I am bringing you to the sky of limitless blues….to the water of transparent oceans….to the crowd of snow peaks ……to the rhapsody of rapid roads….

Thy I am living you within me everyday and night….to the mortal remained of the immortals….to the limit of loving beyond…to the urge of staying you forever….


A tale of love from the eternal dove 
Oh my dearest cove 
You never thought of me writing this for you 
I thou caught you amidst my Solomon 
From the nurtured care that kept with hove
My eyes stared at you 
From the nightingale of snapped blue night
You though eyed shy from the careless 

whispers in my bed of lured dreams 
I drew you there between my foundation of name and stoned access of luster 
From the evening of black eye shadow and star ship of the naked sky
I Kept walking to receive you beyond my shattered dreams that gave me wings to fly

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Kurious @ Kurlotsav Kaptures




Three sixty Five Days

One witnessed waiting

Durga Pujo

Bengalis’ heartbeats Oh! The immensely heard beats are felt everywhere we eye. Perhaps the cultural perimeter of Durga Pujo has marked its footprint as the widest one among any other festival across the world.

Bengal  always  sets  exemplary  mark  of  celebration  in  terms  of  enriched  traditional  ethics  and avid values of lives.

Eyeing the celebration of Durga Pujo, India’s largest selling mattress brand Kurl On inaugurates the festival of unlimited happiness and joy by a cunning contest for you, me and every one of us to cherish the eternal memories of Durga Pujo by our Photo enthusiastic hearts.

The air of Pujo resemblances the very soothing smell of it, shopaholic people around the shopping centres. No matter where our lives are leading us to, Durga Pujo brings shining smile even on the gloomiest faces.

Kurl On has brought offers, for which outstanding word would be too less to ornament.



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Pujo means the essence of brand new attires, customised designs, unlimited fun, sheer joy, hovering happiness and delightful desires. Since our childhood some elements of Pujo has been changing in the way they were formatted before, however the true vibes of this vibrant festival has remained the same in terms of our share of love and utmost care. Our very own blessings of guardians, the colloquial calls of old Calcutta lanes or be it the traditions hidden in our trams, everything has been holding their chapters of truthfulness and boldness so beautifully, that these 5-7 days bind all of us together no matter where belong from or who we are.

Durga Pujo does bring the opportunity to design and decorate our household in a brand new format, thus likewise every year Kurl On being the largest selling mattress brand of our Country since 1962, has introduced unmatched offers, that we have never been met to.

Starting from assured gifts on every purchase (Maximum up to Rs 11,297/-) Kurl On brings widest varieties of dining decorating options such as complete bedding sets, comforters, pillows and covers etc.

Oh! That actually might not have needed an introduction briefly, as we all must have seen the Kurl On Durga Pujo 2016 television commercial amidst the very busy schedule of ours.

Who doesn’t like add on surprises?

The new generation, power packed DSLRs; well equipped smart phones are ever ready not to miss a single capture of this vibrant festival. We sometimes envy that we did not have these equipment with us during our childhood days and the rest is the history. The thirsting minds are now open to steal all the priceless moments during Durga Pujo. Kurl On being a brand of enriched history involved in the celebration of Durga Pujo since many decades has opened our lenses for an unbelievable opportunity to capture moments.

‚ÄúKurlotsav Kaptures‚ÄĚ is the much known name holding the contest and one of the most widely used hash tags in the social media sites like Facebook and Instagram.¬†

Photographers across the globe can now shoot any and every moment of this greatest festival on earth and simply participate in this contest to win cash prizes including additional gifts from Kurl On. The rules and guidelines for submission of entries and other details can be found here.

Let us explore some pebbles of this year’s Durga Pujo from the eyes of Kurl On…..



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Greeting the presence of Mother Coy

Oh! That’s our prayers of joy

     We share the choir of happiness and smile    

No matter the distance is in metre or mile








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Celebrating the days and nights of lives

Our Mother speaks to our souls that bind

It is the beauty of freedom and love

Oh! That’s in the wings of birds, Cuckoo or Dove









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Our People carrying prayers to the Mother

Blissful that blessing, which gives us cover

This protects us from nightmares and sorrows of death

Thou left us with the festival of hope and faith


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No matter the years had gone for ages to build

Innocence has been the element of our guild

It is the infant’s smile or the aged ones’

Our Pujo has been a symbol of love in tons


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Our rituals of hovering wish over time

Avid the GOD, who is behind the mountain and tides

Greatest the Idol is, to whom we eye to pray

Beautiful the elements are which we keep in tray


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We have walked on the pavements of where we used to buy toy

Our childhood was spent in a city that spreads love as its joy

We live Pujo in our blood and minds

In our souls that bind

In our Pujo that ties

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Kurl On has bought us a free endeavour to win hearts and exciting prizes.

Our sheer success is attached with the curious minds involved and participated in the event of

‚ÄúKurlotsav Kaptures‚ÄĚ

A glimpse of memories can be cherished here

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Tor buke

Tor buke surjo fele esechiJokhon janla theke chokh baire mellam dekhlam janis surjo dube geche tor kapaler opor, Ami chutei bujhlam paharer gandho nake chokhe mishe tor, Tui kichuta neshar ghore chilis sedin, 
Sedin Amader sesh dekha , bikeler urochithi Amar dak baksho te tokhon uki dichhe mayabi chokhe,
Ami sediner alo jholmol megh guloke tor chokh bhebe , ramdhonu take tor mukh bhebe r hotath mall e borofpaat take tor chumbon bhebe chuye felechilam,
Pahar theke neme ashar pothe dekhlam purota tui chilis, pahar Akash borof surjasto egulo kothao chilona, 
Ki janis, tor shorirer gondhe ami hete par korechilam anekta uchu nichu poth r ferar pothe bujhechi Amar surjo ta ami tor buke fele esechi, tor ghumer majhe, Akhon ami janina Tui kothae achis, 
Hoeto Ei shohorer bhire kothao mishe gechis, amake Na janie charpas tor palanor chonde taal dieche,
Ami abar pahar e jabo, toke khuje pabo kina janina, kintu surjasto takeo ami tor bukei fele asbo katha dilum….

Inception of Earth in us

Life is full of untold stories 
Imagine that there’s a beautiful river
A two souled boat

And a Sailor and his Queen of poems

Hands full of red roses

The river bank staged by red carpets

The sky full of morning stars

And the Sailor said “I love you Queen Magnet”

And The Queen replied “the love is pure Sailor”

They sailed together for a journey called “life”

The Queen and Her Sailor sang a song together

Written by her words that were worth , musically freed by his Tagore

So that was a combination of Wordsworth and Tagore

They had a roof full of stars ‚ú®

Water ūüí¶ from the ‚ėĒÔłŹ rain

And light from the Sun

They had little kids, happy kids

The son of Earth

The daughter of Mother Merry


Look at your heart ‚̧ԳŹ closely, you will find a whole earth residing in you