Christmas at Kolkata : All Roads leads to Park Street.

Living in the city of joy since two years but still not able to have the taste of Christmas of this city, who has the influence of British time, much more than anywhere I have seen till now.

But this year also I was not in any mood to visit the famous places of kolkata on Christmas, as the burden of finishing my thesis was on my head, and I am still working on it (but could not stop myself to write a blog on Christmas).

But yesterday on 24th, while I was in the hospital, my consultant casually said to me “Take your wife to Park Street, she would love the lights on that street,” I just replied the customary “Ok Sir, Sure”, as I was in no mood to spend time anywhere else except my thesis.

But during yesterday’s evening, after I finished one of the main parts of my thesis, I feel relaxed and suddenly the suggestion of my consultant popped up in my mind, so I decided to visit Part Street at night around 10pm, so that I could just visit that place on my scooter and return within 1 hour.

I had heard a lot about Park Street and its atmosphere on Christmas and New Year, but what I had seen there was totally awesome, it was just a mega celebration, where anywhere you can see youngsters having a Santa hat on their head and selfies were clicking everywhere.

I and my wife also decided to purchase something, I had purchased the Santa hat, while my wife decided to purchase “Tiara”.

And then we started moving to explore the whole street, full of people, full of red hats, full of mobile flashes, full of smell of freshly cooked street side food and also full of alert police personnel.

The street was decorated with beautiful lights and ribbons everywhere, and yes, the long queues were also there in front of famous restaurants like ‘flurys’, ‘Hotel Park’, and many small restaurants and pubs.

We both also clicked so many selfies. Finally when we were about to leave, it was around 11.50pm, suddenly there was a huge roar of youngters, so we decided to be there with them till 12am, and what we had experianced at 12 am is this ;

Someone has rightly said…
On Christmas and New Year, All roads lead to “Park Street”…

Happiness πŸ™‚

Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas πŸ™‚


Letter to my 16yr Old..

This is always the crucial age where major transformation occurs in once life.. Image :

Hello Anshul, the 16th,

I know you had enjoyed your sweet 16 age very much, and had done a lot of things, some of which you were proud of and some of which you may want to never occur.

You were at 10th standard at that time, and after having the glorious 9th standard, which was your turning point, you were at your heights in studies and also in co-curricular activities.

I still remember how Papa said to you when you visited him to your shop on your birthday that “This is your sweet 16 age”, in a teasing manner, and you was blushing.

However it was indeed that age when you were transforming from the phase, which was still immature and still want to open more, to that phase, which was supposed to have full maturity along with full responsibility of yourself, in short, you were in a transition phase, where the chances of unthinkable event to occur was very much.

And it do occured with you, which changes your future, in a very profound way, they were :

  1. Had a bad time when you and your close friends, were caught while bunking the school on festival day.
  2. Second event was more profound as You had committed yourself in a relationship, which is still going on, where you are playing a part of a good husband πŸ™‚

These two things really affected you and your character.

One more event I remember, which you still boasts about that how you barely manage to pass in MATHS Subject 10th board with the passing marks, and you and your partner still fights, who had got more marks in Maths, as both of you were dumb in Maths and both were on the dangerous line.. lol..

But I still remember, you were the Vice Captain of your House Nagarjuna, and you were so much passionate about winning the compititions for yourself and for your house. I can still recall the event when you were teaching the KG children how to recite the poems in compitition with so much efforts, and even teaching them the body language with their recitation, and I must admit that was still inspiration for me.

One last thing I remember that you had started thinking about your future as Doctor, and started telling others that you would definitely become a Doctor, and the good thing is you have achieved that πŸ™‚

Thank you my 16th year for the valuable experiance you have given me…

Your’s only..

Dr. Anshul, the 28th.

β€˜This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Participating in BlogChatter‘s DailyChatter challenge.


The festival of celebration of bond or the emotions between brother and sister is Rakhi or Raksha Bandhan.

Celebrated on a very large scale in India, so many stories of this festival can be found in the historical or cultural textbooks of India.

The chemistry of a brother and sister relationship is very unique, sometimes it is lovable, sometimes it is horrible, sometimes caring, sometimes they could take each other’s life (hehe, can throw pile of books on each other), sometimes can fight with others for the sake of each other…. ufff… so many things, so many emotions but one relation…

I am the luckiest guy in the world who is fortunate enough to have so many sisters at home. In my home there is “always more sisters than brothers” culture, be it with my father’s generation or my generation, and that’s the main reason that I have grown up with the feeling of respect towards girl child.

I do have so many incidents with my sisters which I want to share with you..

  • I and my elder sister always have little fights with each other, we even pull each other hairs, and yell “mummyyyyyyyyy”
  • Whenever I had a fight with my elder sister, than mum always takes my side and father always takes didi’s (sister) side.
  • My sisters always takes care of my shopping and still I take their guidance in nitty gritty of things.
  • Once in my school days when I was in 4th or 5th class, on of the my senior had a crush on me (may be I am exaggerating a little 😜 ), but when I told my sister about it (how innocent I was 😁), she just went there and thrashed her and said “He is my brother, agar usko phir se dekha to aakhen nikal lungi” (he is my brother, if you see him again, I will take your eyes) but I still regret this why I had told her as the girl was beautiful 😜.
  • Once I had a huge fight with one of my sister, and I complained this to my father, what father told me was a lesson of a lifetime to me. He told : “Anshul, you are lucky that you have these moments, cherish it, ask to those persons, who do not have sisters”. Rightly said Papa.

Well this is it, want to finish this blog, as my wife already screaming on me, so that she can tie the beautiful “Rakhi” on my hand, which is send by my beautiful sisters.

My whole extended family celebrating Rakhi together.

Dr. Anshul