The Whale’s Tooth

Our picnic to Baliharchandi in Std 6 was a special one for me, for more than one reason. Firstly, I had missed the picnic to Konark in Std 5. Secondly, this was my first picnic out of Bhubaneswar (where otherwise till Std 4, our two fixed destinations used to be Nandankanan & the Museum). The walk from the bus to beach was a kind of revelation. The air suddenly turned cool and the tall trees around gave the impression of darkness during the day. As we walked along, we came across a dilapidated building that seemed like an old temple. As we crossed the courtyard of the building I saw a tall ‘thing’ kept slantingly against the wall. It was strategically placed in a corner, aloof, as if to attract the attention of off beat wanderers like me. The lower part was broad and the upper part was narrow and kind of pointed, resembling a tooth. Meanwhile the over enthusiastic DMS class gang marched ahead towards the ‘jhaun baana’ (casuarina forest). But I took a pause, gave a thorough look and concluded that it was a “Whale’s tooth”.

All sorts of stories of how the tooth landed there were rushing into my mind. But who put it there? Who brought it? After several attempts to answer myself, I gave up and went to play with my friends. Fast forward to the future… Me in Kerala among the wilderness, overtly enthusiastic about an elephant ride which stood beside a wall patiently waiting for its passengers.The mossy wall was very similar to the one etched into my memory from that Baliharchandi picnic trip. And what do I see there, ‘a Whale’s tooth????’ This time I examined it more carefully. My husband came from behind and asked, ’what are you looking at?’ It’s a dried coconut branch. It has many uses. I nodded agreeably pretending to know more than what he wanted to say…. After all I was in Std 6 🙂



My Rain

The first kiss of rain planted on the dry earth, sets free an array of emotions and pours down as a colloquial expression of joy, liberation and gratification bringing back all the beautiful childhood memories which we cherish in our heart.

Monsoon for us meant rainy day off in schools, jumping vigorously in puddles throwing mud patches at each other, getting drenched till rain got tired and stopped, getting our elders to make paper boats and competing over them.

Monsoon was synonymous with friends. Our now smart cities were small towns of yester years breeding friendship and brotherhood instead of dengue and malaria. Staying back at a friend’s place and wearing his/her clothes was blissful. Watching the rain was a favourite pastime. Breaking the series of beads of raindrops lined up on the window rods and tasting the ferrous water was a favourite game. The ‘once dust gathering’ indoor games were kept busy throughout. The whole family would sometimes take sides and matches would instantly turn serious.

Power cuts would suddenly bring Kishore Mukesh and Rafi to life with Antakshri sessions prompting Mom to sing the winning number and everyone turning towards her, awestruck…making her to run pretending to save food on the stove from burning.

The aroma of hot Puris, khichidi, and pakoras seemed to come from every house in the street not to mention the bhajiyas sold by street vendors wrapped in sewn leaves brought by fathers returning home from office drenched, but happy to see the young smiling and salivating faces all around.

Waking up in the middle of the night to hear the cries of crickets and frogs competing relentlessly giving company to cloudy nights and asking some elder “will it be a rainy day in school tomorrow also”?

Does it not rain hard now a days or simply that we have stopped looking at it?

Closing doors to protect kids and clothes from getting wet

Awaiting monsoons


Mo Lekha Publication

Glad to inform you that two of my articles got published on Mo Lekha (Odia e-Magazine) and one of the poem is also got selected as article of the month. All this is because of the best wishes and motivation from each one of you.

Mo Lekha can be accessed from the below link.

Thanks again !



କିଛି ପୁରୁଣା …କିଛି ନୂଆ

ପୁରୁଣା ପିଢ଼ି ଏବଂ ନୂଆ ପିଢ଼ି ମଧ୍ୟ ରେ ଅଛି ବହୁ ବ୍ୟବଧାନ. ନୂଆ ପିଢ଼ି ର ମନୋଭାବ, ଅଗ୍ରତା, ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ଏବଂ ମତାମତ ସମ୍ପୂର୍ଣ ଅଲଗା ଓ ଭିନ୍ନ. ଏହାକୁ ଆମେ “ଜେନେରେସନ ଗ୍ୟାପ” କହି ଥାଉ. ଏହି ବିଷୟ ବସ୍ତୁ ଟି ଆଲୋଚନା ପାଇଁ ଅତ୍ୟନ୍ତ ଯୋଗ୍ୟ.

କାଲିକା କଥା ପରି ଲାଗେ, ଯେବେ ମନେ ପଡେ ମୋତେ ମୋ ପିଲାଦିନ କଥା. ମନେ ଅଛି କେମିତି ବର୍ଷକୁ ସେହି ଚାରୋଟି ପୂଜା ର ଅପେକ୍ଷ୍ୟା ରେ ମନ ଅସ୍ଥିର ଥାଏ. ଗଣେଶ ପୂଜା , ସରସ୍ଵତୀ ପୂଜା, ରଜ ଏବଂ କୁମାର ପୁର୍ଣିମା. ପିଠା ପଣା ପୂଜା ଅର୍ଚନା, କୋଳାହଳ  ସହିତ ବିଶେଷ ଆକର୍ଷଣ ଥାଏ ନୂଆ ଜାମା ପାଇଁ. ବର୍ଷକୁ ଏହି ଚାରି ଥର ନୂଆ dress କିଣା ହୁଏ. ଓହୋ, କି ଆନନ୍ଦ, କି ସୁଖ, ତାର କଳନା ନାହିଁ. ଆଜି ଏହି କଥା ଯେବେ ଝିଅ ଆଗେ ଗପେ, ତାକୁ ଗପ ଶୁଣିଲା ପରି ଲାଗେ. ସିଏ ମୋତେ ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଚକିତ ନୟନରେ ପୁଲକିତ କରି ଦିଏ. ତା ମନରେ ବହୁ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନ, ‘ମାମା ର ଖାଲି ଚାରି ଥର ନୂଆ dress କଣ ପାଇଁ, ଏତେ ଖୁସି କଣ ସେହି ଚାରୋଟି ନୂଆ dress ପାଇଁ…ସିଏ ବା କଣ ବୁଝିବ. ଆଜିର ପିଲାମାନେ କିଛି ମାଗିବା ପୂର୍ବରୁ, ଆମେ ତାଙ୍କୁ ନୂଆ dress , bag, water bottle , ଚାରି ହଳ ଜୋତା ଏବଂ ଆହୁରି ଅନେକ ଜିନିଷ ଯୋଗାଇ ଦେଇଥାଉ.

ଶନିବାର ଆମ school ହୋଇଥାଏ ଅଧା ଛୁଟି ଏବଂ ରବିବାର ଟି ପୁରା. ତେଣୁ ଶୁକ୍ରବାର ସ୍କୁଲ ରୁ ଫେରିବା ପରଠୁ ମନ ଭାରି ଖୁଶି ଥାଏ. ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ବେଳେ ବୋଉ ର ପକୁଡି, ବାପୁ ଦୋକାନ ସିଙ୍ଗଡ଼ା କିମ୍ବା ସହିଦ ନଗର ଚାଟ ଖାଇ ଦେଇ ଫଟାଫଟ ପଢା ସାରି ଦିଏ. ରାତି ଆଠଟା ପାଇଁ ଅପେକ୍ଷ୍ୟା. ନାନୀ ଆଉ ବୋଉ ସଂଗେ ମିଶି ଚିତ୍ରହାର ଦେଖିବି. ଚାରୋଟି କିମ୍ବା ପାଞ୍ଚଟି ଗୀତ ଦିଏ. ସେଥିରେ ଯଦି ଗୋଟେ ନୂଆ ଗୀତ ଆସି ଯାଏ ତାହାଲେ ଅପୂର୍ବ ଆନନ୍ଦ ମିଳି ଥାଏ. ବୁଧବାର ମଧ୍ୟ ଚିତ୍ରହାର ଦିଏ. କିନ୍ତୁ ସପ୍ତାହ ମଝି, ପାଠ ପଢା ଏବଂ ବାପା/ବୋଉଙ୍କ ଭୟ ରେ TV ଖୋଲିବାକୁ ସାହସ ହୁଏ ନାହିଁ. ରବିବାର ସକାଳ ରେ ରଙ୍ଗୋଲି ଏବଂ ମହାଭାରତ ବେଳେ କାହା ଘରୁ ଶବ୍ଦ ଶୁଭେନି. ରବିବାର ଖରା ବେଳେ ଭାତ, ମାଂସ ଖାଇ ଦେଇ ଜଲଦି ଜଲଦି ବୋଉ କାମ ସାରି ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ବେଳେ ପୂଣି ମୁଢି/ପକୁଡି ପାଗ କରି ଦିଏ. ସମସ୍ତେ ତାଙ୍କ ଭାଗ ଧରି TV ସାମ୍ନା ରେ ବସି ଯାଉ ରବିବାର ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ର ସିନେମା ଦେଖିବାକୁ. କିଛି ଅପ୍ରୀତିକର ଦୃଶ୍ୟ ଥିଲେ ଭାରି ଅଡୁଆ ଲାଗେ ଆଉ ମଧ୍ୟ ବହୁ କଥା ବୁଝି ହୁଏ ନାହିଁ. ତଥାପି ରବିବାର ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟାର ସିନେମା ଦେଖାର ମଜା ବଡ ନିଆରା.

ବାର୍ଷିକ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ସରିଲା ପରେ କିମ୍ବା ରଜ ସମୟରେ କିଛି ସଂଘର୍ଷ କରି VCR ଟିଏ ଘରକୁ ଭଡା ରେ ଆସେ. ସେ ପୁଣି ଗୋଟିଏ ରାତି ପାଇଁ. ତେଣୁ ଭାଇ ଭଉଣୀ ମିଶି ସବୁ ଆୟୋଜନ କରିଥାଉ. ରାତି ଅନିଦ୍ରା ହୋଇ ତିନୋଟି କିମ୍ବା ଚାରୋଟି ସିନେମା ତ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ ଦେଖା ହେବ. ସେହି ମୁହୂର୍ତରେ  ଲାଗେ ଯେପରିକି  ବର୍ଷକ ଯାକର ତୃପ୍ତି ମିଳିଗଲା.

ହେଲେ ସମୟ ସ୍ରୋତ ରେ ଚିତ୍ରହାର, ରଙ୍ଗୋଲି, ଦୂରଦର୍ଶନ ଏବଂ VCR କଉଠି ଲୁପ୍ତ ହୋଇ ଯାଇଛି. ଆଜି କାଲି ର on -line ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ସମସ୍ତ ଆଶା ପୂରଣ ହୋଇ ଯାଉଛି ଆଙ୍ଗୁଳି ର କିଛି ଟି ସୁକ୍ଷ୍ମ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ରେ. ନିଜ ଇଛା ଅନୁଯାଇ ଗୀତ, ସିନେମା, TV  ଧାରାବାହିକ, ଖେଳ  ଇତ୍ୟାଦି ମିଳି ଯାଉଛି ଅତି ସୁବିଧା ରେ ଏବଂ କିଂଚିତ ପରିଶ୍ରମ ରେ. Film ଟି release ହେବା ପୂର୍ବରୁ ତାହାର କାହାଣୀ, ଗୀତ, ସଂଳାପ ଆଦି ଆଜିର ଯୁବ ପିଢିର ମୁଖରେ ପରିପ୍ରକାଶ ପାଉଛି. ଯୁବ ପିଢ଼ି ପାଇଁ ସବୁ ଜିନିଷ “cool”. ତାଙ୍କର ପ୍ରତ୍ୟକେଟି ସମସ୍ୟା ର ସମାଧାନ ହେଲା Google. Makeup , fashion, style,  ଖାଦ୍ୟ ପାୟ ଠୁ ଆରମ୍ଭ କରି ପରୀକ୍ଷା ର ପ୍ରସ୍ତୁତି ପାଇଁ ମଧ୍ୟ Google ର ଲୋଡ଼ା . Greetings card ବିନିମୟ ଏବଂ inland letter ରେ ଚିଠି ଲେଖା ର ମଜା ଏହି ପିଢ଼ି ର ବୁଝାମଣା ପାଇଁ ସମ୍ଭବ ପର ନୁହେଁ.

ମନେ ହୁଏ ଯେପରିକି କିଛି ବର୍ଷ ବ୍ୟବଧାନ ରେ ବହୁ କିଛି ପରିବର୍ତନ ଘଟି ଯାଇଛି. ପରଟା ଭଜା, ଚୁଡା କଦଳୀ ର ସ୍ଥାନ ନେଇଛି oatmeal ଏବଂ pasta. ସାଙ୍ଗ ସାଥି ମେଳ ର ଧୂଳି ଖେଳ ପୁନଃ ସ୍ଥାପନ ହୋଇଛି online game ଦ୍ବାରା. ସବୁ ପିଢ଼ି ଭାବେ ତା ସମୟ ଟି ସବୁଠୁ ଭଲ ସମୟ ଥିଲା. କିନ୍ତୁ ମୋ ଦୃଷ୍ଟି ରେ, ଏତିକି କହିବି ଯେ ପ୍ରତି ସମୟ ର ମହତ୍ଵ ଭିନ୍ନ. ଦୁନିଆ ବହୁତ ଆଗେଇଛି ଏବଂ ଆହୁରି ଆଗେଇବ. ସବୁ ସେହି ସମୟ ହାତରେ.

ବୁଢା ଜେଜେ ବାଁକୁଲି ବାଡ଼ି ଧରି ଚାଲିଛି ତ ନାତି ଟୋକା ଧରିଛି selfie stick , ମାଡି ଚାଲ…                           

Seema Mohapatra (Dash)



Marathon GT’s & record breaking khatti sessions-Vikram’s trip to India, 2017

…Wrapped up a short & amazing trip to BBSR – great seeing everyone, especially Prakash, BBD and Sanjib after 25+ years. And Anuup, Asish, Dabu, Lalu and Ravi.

We started our Khatti at 4pm and ended at 4:30am! It was fun catching up and reminiscing about our good old school days over drinks and food. Asish and Prakash decided to give all of us a midnight tour of the new BBSR, Chandaka, Nandankanan and Sikhar Chandi etc which we did between midnight & 2am last night. We dispersed around 2:30am however Judge Sir decided that the “shaam” was still “jawaan” and returned in 15 mins to restart the Khatti which went on for another 2 hrs. Dabu also joined around 2:30am.

Missed Sucheta, Sanjay, Rumi, Aman and others in BBSR.

Thanks all for a lovely time. Until next time 🙏


And then moving to Bangaluru,

Thanks to Raghu, Buddha, DB, Madhusmita, Sambit & Elina and also the attending spouses and kids for such a lovely time. Made my day!

Seeing Elina after 30+ yrs and DB after 25 yrs is surreal – we started talking like we never lost touch

In enjoying all these good times, I can’t help but think none of this would have been possible without our pioneers – Utkala, birthday boy Gyana, Pratyush and others who took the initiative and pushed us to create and maintain this DMS 92 community.

Utkala, Ananta, Shabnam, Tapan, Satyajit and others BLR – missed you this evening. See you next time

– Vikram

Sambit ke karname…aaj bhi!


This is a short but true story about the dearest of all… Mr. Single Gilhari😀

It happened when last time in 2016, Gyana had been to Bangalore.

We had a great get together at ibis hotel. It was a family get together. We all enjoyed meeting with each other’s families, had too many selfie sessions through Gyana’s iPhone, my oneplus and Sambit’s brand new Google pixel. Kidz too had a great time within their circle. Finally, we headed for the dinner. Post dinner also, we had a few more selfie sessions and finally it clocked the moment to depart. We decided to use my credit card to pay the bill and later to get that amount reimbursed in my account from every other’s share. After too many yes/Nos and repulsions to not to payback, Akkhaa insisted to put across his share over a cheque payment. One fine day he made it… Here is the first-cut premiere show of the cheque….(at the top)

Towards the end of Jan 2017, one fine day it cropped up in his mind “ARE !👉 Ananta, mu tote se get together ra paisaa deini naa”. I said ” No Sambit…with a mysterious smile”. Further, he narrated, “Abbey, Mora maney ruheni, tu mane pakeiba kathaa na!!.. Raha, tote gote cheque lekhiki dauchi”😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂… Instantly, I started laughing loudly… He got confused and looked at me thinking why is Ananta laughing so loudly.. Again, he insisted.. ” Abbey tu paagala hei jaaichhu naa kana? Hasuchu kaahinki? ”… After, too many iterations of similar versions of that question from him, I thought of revealing it… Finally, I told him what happened back during November… Then he instantly started laughing even louder than me… Then, he said, “no man, sometimes I am lost”… I replied again, with a serious voice “no Sam, not sometimes but it’s always”. Again, both of us laughed loudly… Others at the tea shop were just watching us but nobody understood what was that. He handed over rs. 1450 in cash to me and both of us were still laughing…

Click on the audio below to listen to a part of the chat



DMS92 student hits back in kind…on Odiya pride

Just thought of sharing an experience the first time ever I stepped out of Odisha. I left DMS during the first quarter of 5th Standard to join KV . That was necessary as my father had a transferable Bank Job and being in KV helped. We left BBSR mid of my VI th Standard as my father was transferred to Hyderabad.
First day at school for me. And the ritual of introducing yourself to the class and every teacher . After 3-4 introductions. . it was time for Sanskrit Class..In walked a tall young byet slightly balding man . Most of the students did not like him and it was evident from their faces. I had to repeat the riual.again. I proudly introduced myself being from Odisha and this teacher with a very bad knowledge of geography went onto asking me to talk some aspects of our glorious state and what is it that makes it famous. So I talked of Hirakud Dam, Odisha dance. Jagannath Puri and Konark as much I could talk about our rich cultural heritage. And at the end of it all he remarked so are you not from the state where every year there are floods and which houses some of the worst drought prone areas too and is in the news for the deaths in Kalahandi ! It came on me like a thunderbolt when  a section of the class were laughing out aloud at his sarcasm and joining in the collective apathetic behaviour.
I seethed in anger but being the shy person I was then did not say anything but resolved in silence that I would showcase to the entire Class what Odias are capable of !!
The only way I could prove it was doing well in academics and that was the only ammunition I had..
So I started with securing the best marks in the exams in Sanskrit and it was redemption day everyday when the same teacher asked me everytime i got the best marks in Sanskrit and praised me for my writing skills and command over the language , especially when he confessed in front of the class that he was wrong in saying Odias are backward, rather they ar  gentle  and intellectually evolved people.

– Elina

Michael ‘Gyan’ Jackson, the beginnings…

As some of you know, in about 86-87 I started becoming a huge Western Pop Music fan especially after I was gifted with Walkman by my brother. I started to buy Pop Music Cassettes and listening to the Billboard Top 10 in Voice of America Radio. I used to enjoy the music but couldn’t follow or understand the lyrics. (Back in those days we did not have Google or Lyrics books of course). So, I decided to take advantage of the rewind-forward button of my Walkman and listened to each song some 50 times to write the lyrics in an old Oxford Note Book. Now, that’s the back story and here’s some snaps of the vintage notebook – 30 years after!


Western Odisha Trip – Oct 2016

Biopics of the road-trippers

Ok, let me write a few things that happened in the Western Odisha trip that didn’t come out in the minute by minute pictures that we were sending on the way….

It took us about 5 1/2 hours on Friday to reach Burla…. we were little low in energy as we were tired and also because we were harassed by a police on the way. And then Asish appeared like a transformer full of energy at Burla (hopped into his car and drove all the way for hours to meet us) and took away all our tiredness in few seconds !! Asish made a few calls in his trademark hilarious assertive style and got us permission to enter to a special viewing area of the hirakud dam in late night.  

Asish, we missed you in the picnic but those few hours we spent with you on Friday was a blast.

On Saturday night, Susanta arrived by train. Those who know Susanta know that Susanta’s presence is like a breath of fresh air. There’s never a dull moment with Susanta. His wisecracks laced with harmless French words will tire you from laughing. Susanta has got the clearest hearts in the world….Be the way you are buddy. 

BBTG, Biswabijayee the great… what an awesome time we had singing in the car with him. His voice is just peerless. BB is like a charger… he can break into deep sleep any time, any moment and the very next moment he hears or smells food he would instantly wake up! On the way to Harishankar we had to stop to let Ananta have a quick snack of singada (as he had not had any food till 2 pm) …while few of us went out looking for provisions to marinate mutton. This is how BB orders…. Bhai charita singada diya… au duita jhillapi (they were enormous!)…He took a break from eating and then I joined… Gyana tu tike Chenna Gaja try kar… charita Chenna gaja diya…. and then his eye catches something …. Arey seita kana? Mysoor Pak…. Charita Mysoor Pag diya…. Mysoor Pak ta mora favorite…                                                                      

BB is the best travel, picnic buddy you can have. (The ginger slices you peeled for the mutton curry is the best). Hope you made it in time to office buddy for your Business Proposal for the Austrian company.

Satyajit ‘Amul Kool’ Samal. He is Cool to the Square 10. Several times he would beat Pratyush in coolness factor. What a cool dude and an amazing amazing host. He would be quietly watching all proceedings (with his Amul Kool smile) and will chime in the right time to make sure you don’t get carried away and get off track. No wonder he is so highly respected in the medical campus. Hats off to you buddy. You are a revelation (as Ananta would call you – sleeper cell) during the trip.                                            

Ananta Basudev Choudhury, the captain, the anchor, the spirit of the trip….is a true leader. He would take up the toughest work as a leader and will still offer you to be your back-up for your tiny tasks….and still not have any qualms about it. He made sure everyone had a great great time and didn’t lose sight of the big picture. He made sure BB reaches back to office in time. Ananta, I will never forget how you prompted me to take a dip in the Mahanadi…much to the curiosity of the villagers…who would have thought…. who is this joker who jumped in to water without any inhibitions! One of my best moments.                                                                              

Some samples of hilarious banters and harmless arguments between the Laurel and Hardy jodi of Susanta and BB…others who are not aware of their jodi will think they are actually fighting…for a moment I thought they were actually fighting

Kakudi dhua heiki kata huey…na kata heiki dhua huey…

Anjule panire dhua heba na pani budeiki dhua heba…

Peeiba pani rey salad dhua heba na rosei pani rey dhua heba…

Make no mistake, these are accomplished professionals in there real lives – A Technology Architect, a General Manager in a large software services company, a Principal, a Professor in a medical college…

For those few days they were all school/college kids who would beat the energy and enthusiasm of school kids by miles.
Hope to see many many moments like these in dms92….
Ananta adds…
Gyana, it’s great that you saved each of those delightful moments in your permanent storage media 🙂 and stopped by for a while in keying those down for the group. But you forgot to mention about the energy booster in the team. It was you bro!