The festival has begun with "KHNUTI PUJO"

"Naba Anande Jago Aji...Naba Robi Kirane......"

As the cuckoo starts to sing in a distant meadow

As the breeze triggers a smile

We know what autumn has come to bestow

We know its time to return from exile

As the clouds loiter about

And the Kans grass moves to a rhythm unknown

The smell of new cloths spread around

It is season to embrace gaiety and sadness disown

As the goddess of Empowerment descents from heaven

As the season of festivities begin

Open your hearts to imbibe the warmth

Let Overwhelm flow out of your being just like a djinn............

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

As Lord Ganesha has already inaugurated the season of festivities of our nation full of colours, we Bengalis have geared up to welcome him back. This time he will be accompanied by his mother Devi Durga and siblings Lord Karthik, Devi Lakshmi and Devi Saraswati. As per mythology each year Devi Durga descents from Kailash and come to the earth with her children. Her annual visit to her maiden house, is our Durga Puja, or Sharodutsab in Bengali. A time when Bengal and Bengalis get all decked up and resonate vibes of joy, gaiety, culture and heritage. An entire season of living up to our own expectations in terms of effervesce and happiness. It is a time when every corner of the state and especially my city of joy Kolkata is illuminated with the never fading lights of union of different cultures, caste, creed and colours. A festival that brings the distanced nearer, a festival that distances negativities. Dressed like a new bride my city awaits the descent of Ma.

But my husband Avishek and I have been spending last three Durga Puja's in Mumbai. If you ask us, do we miss Kolkata? The answer will be most definitely YES. Yet we stay here, because there is something that pulls us back, refrains us from packing our bags and rushing out. And that is association, association with a lovely bunch of welcoming, warm and smiling faces, association with culture and its practice, association with SPANDAN. Celebrating the festival just like others but with a purpose......

SPANDAN FOUNDATION is a socio-cultural organisation comprising of warm hearted people who come together to celebrate festivals, spread humanity and much more. It is a pool of talent and a platform to showcase the same. We have been a part of it since the last three years and enjoyed the gradual development of cherished bonds and fragrances of friendship. Avishek and me both participate in plays and enjoy each moment of festivity with the association.

To mark the beginning of Powai Sharodutsav 2015, the first rung of the ladder is already stepped onto. Khnuti Pujo or placing the first bamboo on the ground where the holy rituals of the puja will be performed was executed last Sunday.

It was warm, and I would clarify and people who are in Mumbai will appreciate that warm is an understatement to define the current heat waves that has hit the city. The sun was happily bestowing its energy on us and draining us of the same. Yet believe you me, the vibrance could not be faded by sweat. Our dress code was red. Women clad is red dhakais and cottons, their coruscating red bindis, men in red kurtas...defied the hot sun and bravely endorsed the effervescence of the festival.

And then there was bong food, Kichuri, Irish Mach Bhaja, Beguni, Fulkopir Torkari and chutney made the delectable lunch spread for the afternoon. What more do we require to construct something constructive? Jokes apart that sunny Sunday afternoon started the countdown....for MA's Descent from Heaven.

A glimpse of Sunday, a day of vibrance.

It has begun..

Puja preparations...

Khnuti Puja...

Ladies in Red...Just a few

A cheerful moment

Women from Venus

Men from Mars

Yummy spread

The last two are my personal favourites ;-)

Thanks To Arnab da (Arnab Chakrabarty) and Prosun da (Prosun Roy) for the pics I have used here. However it is worth to thank the numerous other artistic eyes behind several lenses that captured lovely moments that day.

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

REHEARSING FOR OUR UPCOMING PLAY (DURGA PUJA 2015)

My growing up days were magical. I believe that has made me whatever I am, my love for nature, my love for writing...everything. My parents have given me and my sisters the best possible blend of independence, culture and acceptance.  They always taught me to face the world straight into the eyes...because if you are correct, you have nothing to fear. This same conviction has given me the confidence to face the audience, since I was a little kid, the stage has always summoned and embraced me.

Since the last three Durga Pujas that I have spent in Mumbai, I have participated in plays. Really the stage gives you chances to play many lives in one, and that's what is unique. The minutes or hours, that you spend with the spot light and pancake on you, makes you believe, think and behave differently. You forget who you are. Sometimes you are moody, sometimes nagging and sometimes unbelievingly righteous.

But "the day" is always too short, hectic and tensed, the real frolic is hidden during the rehearsals. Rehearsals are more than just rehearsing, they are means to bond with people, who share your passion. The candidness and beauty of the journey fills the within, with enough warmth to last a lifetime. Even today when I think of the rehearsals of my childhood participations, a shiny grin lightens up my face. Memories, memories and more memories, cherished moments!! The last three years with SPANDAN has filled me similarly. This association is unique in ways one than one, I have received immeasurable love from everyone. And hence the Durga Puja days sees me and my hardcore Kolkatian husband Avishek in Mumbai. Because Spandan is no less than family.

Each year Spandan comes up with a unique theme for Welcoming the Goddess of Empowerment, the symbol of equality and beyond. This year we aim at  "REDISCOVERING ROOTS". Our awesome Natok Group, is sweating it out to bring out the best in all of us....a few of the pics taken during rehearsals are shared below.

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Ganesh Chathurthi-the beginning of the festive season

It’s been really long since I wrote anything. Life is quite hectic these days. But being busy before Durga Puja means happiness besides getting tired. Yes, the long awaited rehearsal days have reappeared in my life and again. Completing office work and running to Powai, is the reality of my life now. This awaited haste has that flavor that spices up life.

Durga Puja, Kolkata and Bengalis are kind of official synonyms. It is no rocket science to guess why I say so. Durga Puja celebrations in Kolkata are more than grandiloquent, it is effervescent and a reflection of Bengali life and living. However here in Mumbai, and likewise in many other cities across the world, wherever Bengalis come together, we dare to recreate the magic, we dream to recreate a home away from home. The organization I am attached with “Spandan” also aims to celebrate Durga Puja in Mumbai. We call it festival with a purpose and each year our idol, pandal aim at resonating some cause/theme. 2015 will see us “rediscovering our roots.”

As we indulge into preparations for welcoming Ma, the stage of festivities is set by Ganesh Puja, the festival that marks the beginning of an entire season of overflowing emotions, grandeur and fun. It is also the biggest festival in Maharashtra, the entire state and especially Mumbai, resonates with the tune of  "Joydev, Joydev Jai Mangalmurti", and so do we. Divine, is the word that describes the ambience created with the arrival of Shri Ganesh Deva in my city. The air has a tangible sense of happiness, a sense of comfort, a sense of sooth like mother's touch. Really when I think, I feel proud of my nation. Where in the world, so many diverse cultures stay together enjoying and participating in each other's festivities and celebrations? I salute my Nation, for being so unique. 

Our besties Shalaka and Nilesh are from Maharashtra, and like each year me and my husband went to their house for celebrating Ganesh Chathurthi. And surrounded by flowers, modak and homage sat the cutest God "Lord Ganesh", his sight fills me with hope. Hope to be able to fight the odds, hope to be able survive rough mavericks. Wanted  to share few pics we had taken at  their place.....
Be Happy....It is festival TIME!!!

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

The Divine

With the Divine

Shalaka and Me

Fun, Frolic in Aromas Cafe

Life in a metro, is like a race. And especially if you are a proud resident of Amchi Mumbai, your battle against time, will be a never ending one. Balancing your professional, personal and cherished will be quite more than tough. Frankly I think, the traffic inside the brain is heavier than on the roads. It might take an hour more to reach home, fighting for space with enormous number of vehicles that run on the city roads, but it takes hours to get prepared to face the road. Hence I believe, in cities like this, recreation and rejoicing with the right people, in the right place and never pushing a plan for the right time to come, is kind of essential to survive the rough mavericks. A good and understanding group of friends, make life worth living. Often we forget about the shortfalls and absences, and completely indulge into fun, frolic. It is important to let the aroma of friendship touch, it is important to open the gates to free-spiritedness.

Completely unexpectedly, this city has given me more reliable and lovable friends I could think of. All of them are treasured to me, and so are the moments spent with them.

Wherever in the world, bongs meet they tend to form a group. That does not necessarily mean, we shy away from others. It is just that being from one state, binds in terms of food habits, festivals and choices. However I firmly believe friendship has nothing to do with origin, because most my great friends are not bongs. However in Mumbai, we have small group of bongs, of similar age group and taste, we have named ourselves “Badly Bangali”. Our group meets on several occasions, celebrating our friendship and food is the most important ingredient of all our gatherings, after all bongs are born foodies.

Our recent meet was in Powai, in Aromas Cafe. A gathering for brunch. I kind of loved it, in-spite of not being in very good health, I enjoyed every moment of the morning. As usual not all of us were on time, including me and my husband Avishek. The decided time was 10 am, we reached at 10:30 am, however the brighter side was there were more late comers. And by 11 am, ten adults and three kids, had gathered under the same roof, occupying the central table and transforming the restaurant to a brighter and livelier one. Giggles, food, coffee, nostalgia, remembering the past and dreaming of the future, time passed beautifully. The three angel like kids Darshu, Hridi and the youngest Googly stole the show, with naughtiness and cuteness. A completely well spent morning.

About Aromas, I would say the food and ambience was good, we had ordered some smoked salon egg Benedict and  chicken rosti, along with several types of coffee, all of them tasted great. However they could include  some mocktails and fruit punches, because many like me, love fruity things for breakfast.

However, food and ambience are important. But more important is the urge to celebrate life, believe me there are many ways of doing so. After my life-style management session in office (read-Life Style Management), I have really learnt to appreciate the gravity of being happy, which actually is the key to good health, the best of all doctors.

Make friends, love them,be yourself and be happy!

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Some of the pics taken on that day are as given below, unfortunately only the pretty ladies and bright kids were captured, the hunks were missed out ;-)

Posing outside

Another one, inside this time

Yet another lovely capture

Smoked Salmon  Eggs Benedict

Chicken Rosti

Before I go to Sleep - A book review

I have always tried to imagine the mind space of an author who writes triller! I mean, its enthralling to imagine, how he/she builds the plot. Tying the knot and gradually and deliciously uniting it for the reader. This thought has always intrigued me as a lover of thrillers. In fact as a kid and even today, I dream of meeting Satyajit Ray and asking him of the processing that happened in his grey matter to create Prodosh Mitra, aka Feluda.  Alas, this dream cannot be true!

Recently I have been reading one thriller after the other, and my recent finished read was S.J Watson's Before I Go To Sleep. This book which was published in 2011, is now a famous motion picture, starring Nicole Kidman. The book is an international bestseller.However these cannot determine, whether you like a book or not. 

So I, without any preconceived notions started my journey with Christine Lucas, the main protagonist. Christine or Chrissy as her friend call her, is a patient of acute amnesia. A medical condition wherein she is unable to retain her memories. Each day is new to her, alien to her, fearful to her. The books starts with one such day, when she wakes up feeling twenty but soon is confronted with her own self, an unknown, withered, her, in forties. And then there is a man, sleeping by her side, in a bed,in a house, in a world unknown to her. Ben! He claims that they have been married for years. But where are the years, lost into oblivion, in the darkness of the unfetchable layers of her memory? She feels claustrophobic, there are photographs of them together, of unknown happy moments. Is each day, this pathetic? Is each day the same for both of them, one trying to remember and the other trying to remind! But there is more to Christine's life.

The largest part of the novel, is the journal Christine writes to capture her day to day life. Each day she unfolds her life, through the pages and appreciates her existence. Each day she learns of the lies Ben tells her, she knows of her past. The attack that snatched away her being. She also knows, that he knows nothing of her writings. Don't trust Ben is what her journal tells her. But then whom to trust? She is alone! 

The best part of the novel is that, it slowly and steadily grows on you and makes you feel a part of the mystery of her life. It is gradually scary. The climax, is dramatic and cinematic. Wonderfully portrayed! Though a smart reader will know what is coming before it actually does, yet the scene compels to read. The story has a happy ending, union of loved ones. It is a story of love, madness and betrayal...welcome to the jigsaw puzzle of Christine Lucas's messed up life of forgotten episodes!

If you like thrillers, this book will excite you. You will love the journey though it kind of slows down at times. But may be the changing pace of portrayal is the beauty of Watson's creation. And I would like to add, that if you compare the book with the movie, inspite of the elaborate casting, the book wins the prize.

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Wanderer's Love

My husband who is busy with his PS4 game, Witcher for quiet some time now, wrote this one for me...to reduce his sins of dedicating more time to gaming than me!!! Thought would share with you!!:-)

Winds from the red sea, calleth my name,

The infernal perils run across my vein,

My fate stitched to the odyssey of the bold,

Yet as I wake up on the bed at dawn,

I need to hold your hand,

And sleep by you to eternal bliss,

As I appreciate, it was just dream of a witcher!

Then I squeeze myself near you with fear,

What would I do, had you not been there?

I can't fight the peril for sure,

And only can love you to my deepest desire!!

Avishek Sengupta

Avishek Sengupta

As Euphoria Flows - The Irish House, Kala Ghoda

Starting with last selfie we took that night

I have been in Mumbai for quite sometime now, like two and a half years, but frankly I have not witnessed much of the famous night life of this city, which literally never sleeps. Plans and plans and more plans, but execution very remote. Most of our parties are house gatherings, which off-course I simply adore, after all what can be better than sitting in the cosiest corner in the world, called home and sharing a drink, and many heart-felt feelings with people you bang on. Yet at times, madness, glitter, lights and that perfect high of euphoria, beckons mysteriously and alluringly. The chance to dress up and confidently rock the dance floor!

A few days back, some of my closest friends in Mumbai, a gang of lady chemical engineers had planned to spend an ecstatic evening together. Me and my friends Krishna, Priti and Prabhjot, had ultimately narrowed down to “The Irish House” Kala Ghoda, for that most awaited evening, ladies night out.

It was a freaky Friday, we winded our work quick and called for the day, to reach Prabhjot and Krishna’s apartment, they are roomies. We basically wanted to give ourselves time, to shed off the tiredness and look just the way we wanted to. But as you know, when four pretty ladies decide to dress up and spend an evening of euphoria, choosing the dress, shoes, accessories and the make up takes time, much more than we could actually think of. And we are proudly no exceptions either ;-).

The first phase was wearing the piece we wanted to and getting opinions of how it looked on us, then it was time to do the make up. Our dear friend Priti had brought with her, an attractive spread of great make up items, we were her first attempt of trying her hand on them. Well, we were the lucky guinea pigs. And actually we turned to be lucky, because she really did work well with our faces. I too extended my expert hand for eye make-up ;-), and then the magic wand turned, and there we stood happy to pose for selfies.

Me finally ready, in blue AND maxi dress

Another one

Selfie time-Pretty ladies

(From left in clockwise direction Krishna, Me, Prabhjot and Priti)

Planned at 8:30 pm, we left at 9:30 pm, expectantly! We reached the venue at around 10:15 pm, it is worth mentioning, we were lucky to get quite empty roads. 

The Irish House, was a good choice, thanks to Prabhjot. The ambience and specially the music was awesome. They played all the famous, english numbers which compels you to hit the floor and feel the enjoyable fang of palpable euphoria. And so we did, dance and dance and dance, till you break the floor, was our aim. And fortunately though we did not quite break the floor, but broke one goblet for sure.

Me and Krishna

All of us at the venue

The food and beverages unfortunately were not that great, magarita, mojito, Irish coffee, along with chicken popcorns, drunken prawns and nachos all tasted just kind of OK, nothing remember worthy. However this was just for the restauranteurs to improve upon, it hardly mattered to us.

Serious posing this time-loved it ;-)

;-)

Overall it was a night of complete fun, and pure enjoyment. Unaware of who watched us, we girls had an awesome night of dance, rejoice and free-spiritedness. Looking forward to more of its kind.

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

I want to BNLF

“When the days are dark and the nights are long,

You give me strength to carry on”

When I was a kid, I wanted to study science. It was like a prestige issue. After all I was a very good student. But my Father thought differently, he said that I should study literature. Today he is no  more with me, the rough tides of life have snatched his physical presence away, forever. But what it could not snatch, is his words, his opinions. Those live with me. Though I went on to become a Chemical Engineer, completely unaware of the longings of my inside, today I appreciate his understanding of me. About one and half years back, I came to know about blogging. Since then it has been my companion, through thick and thin. My vent, my voice, my travel diary infact my cherished means to emote. Currently I am also working on publishing my first work of fiction. Thanks to the enormous blogging sphere, the generous readers and thanks to Indiblogger, for letting my creative juices to flow and touch hearts. I write everyday, my mind is a thoroughfare of imaginations and narrations. They flow laminar even when the turbulence of stress hampers my reasoning, just because it is solace to me, my stress-management you can say.

Expressing and narrating is one part of the story, the other part is reaching out to people. And for that Indiblogger is a powerful tool, I believe. Ever since I am part of it, I have met interesting people from different school of thoughts, I have known a lot about the massiveness of this blogging environment. However I still feel, I know very little. I crave to indulge into discussing my passion with people who share it. Indiblogger has been arranging many blogging meets, but time and venue did not suit my possibilities and I missed the opportunity each time. But now I really do not want to miss attending BNLF.

Blog Now, Live Forever or BNLF what a thought-provoking and apt title for an event like this. Want to congratulate the creative minds that went into naming it. How true, if you think deeply. Many of us have been writing since many years, narrations which sometimes got lost when wind blew away the paper or we had to reboot our computer. Loosing a creation is like loosing a jewel, whose worth is only known when readers read it, appreciate or condemn and then it goes on to become a memory. But blogging has given us the opportunity to live forever through our creations, which do not dread the fear of getting lost. 

BNLF, an event built, executed and hosted by our very own Indiblogger, is being called the most disruptive Indiblogger conference so far. This very fact excites the expectations of bloggers like me, besides it being held in Mumbai and being a Mumbai Blogger, I just cannot believe to have missed being a part of it.

My crave to know more about the stalwarts of the bogging empire, pulls me to attending and living every moment of the conference. They rightly say “where every note is a keynote”. The conference aims at bringing under the same roof, the pioneers of the industry, building an unique comradeship of eminent bloggers, content creators, investors and marketers. An opportunity of listening to global speakers and interact. It is like a dream come true for people like me, who worship the passion of painting feelings with the master stroke of words, but are new to this concept and want to learn more and more. BNLF will definitely help me in finding an enriching career in my passion. When achievers like Anshul Tewari, Arnab Ray, Kannan Gill,Christoph trappe, Priti Shenoy share their views and experiences, I am sure the take-aways will be worth a fortune. I am really looking forward to spending one of the most productive days of my life so far. 

Priti Shenoy

Blogging had come to me unknowingly, I never quite thought it will become that breathe of fresh air. And I also believe, that when it has come, it has come for a purpose. I believe I am going to make it big one day and will be able to reach out to many. I write and write till oblivion, but that’s not it. In this era of advancement of technology and thoughts alike, it is very important to know the environment. I just started towards taking steps to publishing my first book and understood the importance of marketing, saleability issues. The same applies to blogging, I believe content is the keyword, yet many aspects remain unknown to even good content givers. I do not want to be one of the many, who write great but never get noticed. I dream to reach out. BNLF conference will be that opportunity for me to know, paths I should traverse and ones to avoid. I want to know the pros and cons. I want to know the market scenario. I want know the stories of the people who have made it large. So that I can live my passion, till the day I breathe my last. Looking forward to constructing a career in blogging for which BNLF conference will be a milestone.

I would like to end by thanking Indiblogger for taking the initiative and humongous efforts towards BNLF, looking forward to witnessing this extravaganza and being a part of it……….

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

MY HOME, MY REFLECTION

I am creative. At least people around me think so. However, I am not sure, although I feel an urge to paint my feelings with words, fill my blank canvas with colours. These words, these colours are mine, very mine. Is this creativity? May be! 

Since I was very young, I wanted my space to look unique. Whether it was a small shelf, which Baba told me was mine or later my room. I remember how meticulously I would work towards making it my signature. And after completion I would admire, spellbound at my creation. So I believe I have a bit of right to call myself tad creative. Don’t I? 

Two years back, just after few months we had shifted to Mumbai, my husband I purchased a house, our own house. It was like a dream come true. The 16th floor apartment in Thane, with the jaw dropping view of the Western Ghats gradually evolved from a house of cement and concrete to our home, Aritra and Avishek’s. The evolution was laminar and delicious. Unfolding gradually the beauty of togetherness in a corner, which we could call our own. So it goes without saying, it is special, very special. May be in future we will buy bigger houses, but first love is always dear.

Buying a house in Mumbai, drains you of your money, and hence doing the interiors took a back seat. Yet I love my space, the paintings, the chandelier I love them all. Each corner of my home is a reflection of me. But I dream to do it better, chic and drenched in serenity. My dream is clear and palpable, which I want to share with you.

Starting with the living area, for which chic is the word. Every corner should adorn elegance. I want the curtains to be in black and red with a tinge of golden here and there, black couch with red cushions works for me with background wall paper in earthy and golden colours. A beautiful, preferably Ganesh Pyne painting is what I dream of. The lights will be mostly in yellow, a crystal chandelier, focus light on paintings and an adorable lamp shade by the couch.  An intricate play of dark and light will infuse that mysterious charm that defines me. A black glass dining-table, and an astray shaped centre-table is what I want. The television will be wall mounted, on black wall paper. I prefer a red carpet under the centre-table. Chosen show pieces can find place, only if they can match my taste.

Then my bedroom, for which comfort and romance are the words. A king size bed, comfortable and soothing wall colour preferably pink, even if you call it cliche, an entire wall with wardrobe with preferably glass sliding door and a huge dressing table is my idea of that special space of mine. Oh! the curtains, they should be lacy and mischievous for that moment of arouse, preferably in white. An elegantly framed wedding picture will find its place on the biggest wall. 

The corridor wall will be effectively utilised for tasteful paintings and family album. I want few of the paintings to be aligning with my love for Bengali culture, preferably old Kolkata depicted on canvas, or the night beauty of the Howrah bridge.

For the guest, room I believe access and comfort are the words. I will ensure that it is the one with attached bathroom. It should have a queen size bed and an almost empty almirah for their things. The walls I wish to be in hues of blue and a thought provoking handcraft preferably from the North-East should add that class. 

There will be elaborate use of led-lights, flowers and plants here and there in the entire HouseHold. I love continual touch of festivity, it fills me with effervescence and call my creative juices to flow.

Our Homes are a bit of us, the kind of relationship, thought or upbringing we posses, reflects in what we make our homes look like. It may not be lavish, or exquisite but it should be you. Though I elaborately described my ideas on interiors, yet I feel the best piece of decoration is the ambience. Love and respect will induce that positivity to your household that will make it look like a dream, your dream.

Its me :-)

“I am participating in the  Upload and Transform #HomeCanvas activityin association with Godrej Interio and BlogAdda. If you are not blogging, you can still be a part of this activity. Here’s how”

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Here comes 4G!! The revolution!

Speed is the word that describes today’s society. It is an era when the rabbit wins the race and the turtle lags behind. We want to fight against time and get the best deal in a lifetime. I believe being a Mumbaikar in the last two and half years, I have really learnt to value time more. Infact I will confess that when I spend unproductive hours, I do feel a fang of guilt inside. Frankly I have no idea whether this is good or bad, but it is what it is and it is SPEED.

It is worth mentioning, that this era of rapidity, is also an era of internet. If I ask you, can you think of spending a day without touch of internet? I believe, the answer will be mostly NO. Well, there definitely can be exceptions, but as we know they don’t make the rule. And we bloggers are children of internet, we pursue our passion or profession through it. Hence its importance is omnipresent, this very second when I am typing this post to place it in my blog, or when you are reading it. There is no denial to the fact, that we kind of breathe more internet, than oxygen these days.

And again internet and speed kind of complete each other, like a couple. One without the other, Nay! Not good! And this aspect of technological advancement is moving from one milestone to another. From 2G to 3G and now comes the era of 4G. Earlier downloading a movie was like an overnight affair, but with 4G it will happen may be in minutes. Some we children of internet are really heading towards good time.

For me, internet forms the basis of my blogging space. Not only that blog or web log itself is an internet affair, but the research for my narratives, viewing documentaries etc. all require internet and in good speed. Besides my husband is a movie buff, in all senses. So reduction of downloading time will be a healthy way of avoiding domestic clashes between us, when one of us leave our laptop in office. But jokes apart, speeding up internet will save a lot of time in work and personal fronts. Afterall almost all our works require either downloading of some document or browsing the internet. It may be viewing cooking over YouTube and trying to replicate it, downloading some romantic movie to appease partner after a quarrel or working towards the making of a great read. Life will definitely ease out.

The first name that is marking the beginning of this revolutionary era of 4G is Airtel and if you want to know more about it, please click on the link below:

AIRTEL 4G

Time passes and newer and better technologies replace the old and obsolete ones that is called progress I believe. So let us all be part of this revolution and cherish it.

 

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta