summer 2021 Pics and Fun....
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Voted Best Picture of Summer Pics.
Kaushik Mitra of New Jersey. Photo shoot by his daughter, Rai. Photo location: Montreal at Old Port. Photo Award Points: A Very Stylish and Natural pose, as if, modelling for an advertising commercial or movie. Below:Rai, the photographer:
Category: 2021 Summer Fun Pics and Stories...
Amrita and Abhay Kangle riding a Rickshaw in New York City
Antara Chaudhuri’s son at Sky Deck, Chicago
Sharmila Chakrabarti: Anybody in the Plainsboro/Princeton who would like to play tennis this evening?
Sushmita Dutta: Bangali chhuti ke din Tennis nahi khelta, shokale Luchi khata, dupure Shorshe ilish, then “Adda, Gultani” korta, rattire mangsho bhat khata ar shute, shute, bolta –“Ish, boddo beshi khawa hoye gachhe”
Top:Susmita Roychowdhury:
In Time Square, NewYork City, Susmita Roychowdhury is wearing Parama, Kolkata. She was interviewed by Calcutta Times and they published the news as saree being power dressing and can travel around the world.
Left Pic: Mukta Majumdar: Dressed in Old Kolkata Heritage Sari, having paintings of Kolkata streets during British times of horse carriages, old English street lamps, and brick buildings. Heritage saris are available in New Market, Dharmatala, Kolkata.
Supratim Sarker posted this picture having trendy T-shirts with funny captions in Bengali, mostly available in major open markets like Goriahat in Kolkata. Below: Two more Ts
Indrani Kodali is in New York City at the Cow Parade holding a beautifully painted fiberglass cow which culminates into an auction of many such cows. Right: Indrani Kodali is at Stanford with her family, celebrating graduation of her daughter.
Pic on Left: Anusua and Rupak Biswas’s grand daughter, Kira Biswas is ready for First Day in Pre – K School.
Pics On Right: Ashmita Ghosh, in Grade One, dressed for a Puja, and in a playgroind, she is the daughter of talented singer and vocal music teacher, Malini Mazumdar.
“The soul is healed by being with children.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Russian novelist and philosopher.
Ishanaa Banerjee is a rising star, seen on the lap of her dad Suman and mom Roshni. On right, Ishanaa is performing at Ananda Mandir. Play the video:
Two diagonally opposite looks in Summer outfits: Gorgeous Apu Ganguly.
A featured article on Amtrak train journey from Florida to New Jersey by Sharmila Chakrabarti...
A resident of New Jersesy, Sharmila Chakrabarti is a Software Engineer with unparalled passion for travel, music, writing and sports.
A Train Journey to Return Home
Some four years back, my husband and I broke the stereotype and moved to Florida for work! Four years passed by in a blur and we were ready to return to the place we had called home for over 20 years and where our friends felt more like family.
Since we had to transport two cars, we decided to take the Auto Train instead of a quick and convenient flight. This was our very first train journey in the United States and we were very excited! The Amtrak train left on time, around 4:00 PM EST from a railway station that was less than 20 minutes away from our home in Florida. Our cars travelling with us, we settled into our “room”. The room was extremely cozy and contained a wash sink, a full bath with a shower included, a coat closet, an upholstered seat that would become a bed for one of us, a bunk, a chair and table. It also had a full-length mirror tucked into that tiny space.
There is something very nostalgic about a train journey. It’s a salute to an era gone by, when the pace of life was much more relaxed and when extended families would travel with you to your destination. People did not feel the need to travel much beyond their home or make a lot of friends because they had brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles and aunts that they could interact with, on a daily basis.
Amtrak had provided us with a list of things that we could or could not carry with us on the train. I had a potted baby plant that I was carrying with me, much to the concentration of my travel partner for life.
Thinking of this list of items allowed, brought back some hilarious memories from the past.
Every summer our parents along with my brother and I, would travel to India from abroad, and land at Delhi’s Palam Airport. My oldest paternal uncle, aunt and cousins would come over from Dhanbad to receive us and travel back with us to my maternal grandmother’s house in Allahabad. The entire drove of grandma, uncles and aunts from Allahabad would then, at some point during the summer, take a train from Allahabad and spend the last week or so at my oldest Uncle’s place in Dhanbad.
My oldest uncle worked for the Indian Railways and they had a grand lifestyle. They lived in a huge bungalow that was originally a British summer home. The house came with a huge garden and a substantial staff to manage everything from cooking, cleaning, gardening and various odd jobs. Amongst other animals, my uncle and aunt had a pair of huge German Shepherds, a pair of peacocks, half a dozen ducks, and rabbits that bred like, well…., rabbits.
On one of such travel, my uncle fulfilled my aunt’s desire to add a brood of hens along with a rooster, to the list of animals above. Since we couldn’t carry livestock on the train with us, the entire brood was put into a couple of big baskets covered with a light aerated cheesecloth. The highly suspicious ticket collector was told in a stern voice that these were baskets of luscious Guavas from Allahabad.
After dinner and a whole lot of gossip, people nestled in at around 10:00 PM and fell into a deep sleep, rocked by the gentle swaying movement of the train.
It was at around 4:00 AM when one of the Guavas started crowing. And crow it did, proudly and vociferously! The resounding noise ringing around the closed compartment scared the living wits out of everyone. Needless to say, that there were some embarrassing explanations that a senior railway officer had to make to the distressed ticket collector!
As the Amtrak train left the station, I remembered with a lump in my throat, on how my grandma and maternal uncles would come to see us off at the railway station; how they would try to walk or run, in order to keep up with the train as it started and quickly gathered speed. My brother and I would keep waving till grandma and our uncles turned into a tiny speck and then disappeared altogether! We were always welcomed by family when we arrived from abroad but when we left to take our flight from Delhi, it was always just the lonely four of us!
The Amtrak train attendant, a sweet girl in her late twenties came over and took our order for dinner. She informed us that free tea, coffee and snacks are available around the clock and that dinner will be served for us at around 9:00 PM in the dining car. The dinner turned out to be a delicious gourmet affair, the price of which was included in our train ticket.
Memories flooded back of huge “tiffin boxes” that my mom and aunts would pack for the entire family. There were separate tiffin boxes for dinner as well as for breakfast the next day. Boxes of aromatic deliciousness and the best of sweets. At the risk of dating myself, those were the days when people travelled with “Bedding holdalls” and trunks instead of suitcases.
While we were gone for dinner, the Amtrak attendant came over and made our beds. Prior to dinner we sat by the window with cups of fragrant coffee and watched the beautiful scenery whizzing past as the sun set gloriously in the background.
Both of us had “window” seats!
Back in the days, my younger brother and cousins (more or less the same age group) would fight over the “window seats”. Once the lucky two claimed their coveted spots, no force of nature could budge them from their seats, even at the cost of sacrificing trips to the restroom for bio breaks. We would remain vigilant even at night and fight in fierce whispers, if a challenger for the seats happened to appear in our horizon. Increasing the decibel level of our quarrel could lead to physical violence from one of the grownups. Child abuse? What’s that?
We settled into our comfortable beds around 10:30 PM with a book and didn’t realize when we fell asleep. We awoke at 6:00 AM the next day, for breakfast. Why? It was free, you see!
The train rolled into the Lorton Station in Virginia at around 9:00 AM EST, the next day. Our cars were brought to us in less than 15 minutes and that is when our dreamy journey came to end – figuratively and literally.
The drive of around 200 miles – from Lorton, Virginia to Plainsboro, New Jersey, took about 5 hours due to traffic jams, accidents, road constructions and whatever else you could possibly think of!
Notwithstanding the issue with the long drive, we booked a return ticket to Florida for November. We have also made plans, to undertake the more beautiful train journeys in the Northwestern states of the US soon.
Do try a train journey in the US, if you haven’t already done so. It’s a way of slowing down, of having the luxury of enjoying the solitude, of being with yourself and going down memory lane. It’s a time to reflect – of days bygone; of loved ones lost; of childhood memories slowly fading into the murky shadows of time.
This is a recent video on Amtrak journey by Jeb Brooks. Travel time: April 2021, From Chicago to San Francisco.
With this article, TriState Bulletin is promoting America’s FUN and SCENIC TRAIN – Amtrak – Coast to Coast…On The Rails.
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