I am not much of a writer.Rarely have I tried my hand at writing and rarely have writing interested me.Frankly speaking,I think there is a complete lack of talent in this direction,as far as I am concerned.However, I do not think you need to be a Ruskin Bond or a Naipaul when you are writing about someone who had been a integral part of your life.Someone who was a bandmate,a friend...a brother.....someone who was chintu.... I am a sort of person who believes he has rarely been successful in life.I tend to be unhappy with everything that goes in and around me.May be I crib too much.May be i am a pessimist...does not matter.However,inspite of this self cursing tendency there have been moments in my life which i am really proud of.Moments when I have felt beautiful and moments when I have felt powerful.The moments which were Maryjane.And whenever there is a flashback of those moments,the one face which I cannot miss out is that of “The smiling assassin”....He is always there with me, right in the middle of all those crazy gigs,...He is right there with me when we are in total control and the crowd does every lil’ thing you tell them to do,simply grinning and melting countless faces with those amazing guitar solos..Infact he was the very backbone ,the architect of whatever Maryjane was all about and the countless “Best guitarist” awards he won during this time simply stands testimony to this fact.....The smiling axe wielder was indispensable to the very existence of our small outfit and I bet no one who has ever been associated with Maryjane,be it Raka,Aditya,Joy,Joyson,Nitin or Karan will ever have any second opinion about it.We simply enjoyed playing together as an act regardless of what people thought or said..And you know what makes me sad....The very fact that I am never going to hear those godbusting guitar solos again or have a chance to perform with him again makes me sad....’coz that means I am never going to feel beautiful or powerful again.That sense of euphoria has been lost forever.We had not played together as an act for the last two years.However we always felt it was just a phase.Sooner or later,we would get together and live those moments again because somehow we thought it was our destiny.But now all these seem just like a mere illusion.An unfulfilled dream.With Chintu,Maryjane too is gone forever. And it is not just the band which I am going to miss...What about all those crazy moments which became special simply because the big man was there...The sonpapri treat(I guess many of you do not know about it),the mominpura trips ,everything which seem like a distant reality now..There will be no one now who actually ,without the slightest of hesitations would boast of having tiger’s milk as an infact or divulge details of working on a spaceship...Chintu was a master in delivering nonsense.Intentionally or unintentionally ,he had this uncanny ability of cracking up everybody with his nonsensical anecdotes .May be the man was simply a dreamer ..We would never know...But what we know is the fact that,we all are going to miss this nonsense for a long, long time..And thats why we all are sad .That’s why I am sad.I know I am sounding a bit too selfish....But I guess that’s actually what it is all about...... The wise ol’ men were probably right in their saying....”when someone dies you are not bereaved ‘out of concern for that person..You are sad because you are sympathise with yourself,.you are sad because you don’t know how you are going to fill up the void in your life left by that person’s departure..”.......And this time the void isn’t ordinary...It was worth so much of your existence....and the funniest part is losing so much does not make you feel any lighter,.rather it is the other way round.For once even gravity is being defied.Funny are the ways of God.. Chintu was a showman,onstage or offstage. As an emotional Aditya pointed out ..”saala, lived like a rockstar....died like a rockstar”..Everywhere he went,he somehow managed to command respect and fan frenzy.....and in death too he managed to shock us all...Jim Morrison once famously quoted:” I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again...and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”.....For all of us who knew him, Chintu was that sparkling comet,the shooting star and I guess we were fortunate enough to have witnessed the mini spectacle.....and for those of you who were not fortunate enough to know him,simply pay a visit to his facebook page(which is still active and which I sincerely hope will always stand activated)...There,listed against his favourite quotation , you will see the line..”Scream for me”.......I guess this simple quote sums up what Suvanay Buragohain aka chintu was all about....Goodbye brother,we all are going to miss you for the rest of our lives.May you tear apart the heavens with your six string spectacles..RIP....

I am not much of a writer.Rarely have I tried my hand at writing and rarely has writing interested me.Frankly speaking,I think there is a complete lack of talent in this direction,as far as I am concerned.However, I do not think you need to be a Ruskin Bond or a Naipaul when you are writing about someone who had been a integral part of your life.Someone who was a bandmate,a friend...a brother.....someone who was chintu.... I am a sort of person who believes he has rarely been successful in life.I tend to be unhappy with everything that goes in and around me.May be I crib too much.May be i am a pessimist...does not matter.However,inspite of this self cursing tendency there have been moments in my life which i am really proud of.Moments when I have felt beautiful and moments when I have felt powerful.The moments which were Maryjane.And whenever there is a flashback of those moments,the one face which I cannot miss out is that of “The smiling assassin”....He is always there, right in the middle of all those crazy gigs,...He is right there when we are in total control and the crowd does every lil’ thing you tell them to do,simply grinning and melting countless faces with those amazing guitar solos..Infact he was the very backbone ,the architect of whatever Maryjane was all about and the countless “Best guitarist” awards he won during this time simply stands testimony to this fact.....The smiling axe wielder was indispensable to the very existence of our small outfit and I bet no one who has ever been associated with Maryjane,be it Raka,Aditya,Joy,Joyson,Nitin or Karan will ever have any second opinion about it.We simply enjoyed playing together as an act regardless of what people thought or said..And you know what makes me sad....The very fact that I am never going to hear those godbusting guitar solos again or have a chance to perform with him again makes me sad....’coz that means I am never going to feel beautiful or powerful again.That sense of euphoria has been lost forever.We had not played together as an act for the last two years.However we always felt it was just a phase.Sooner or later,we would get together and live those moments again because somehow we thought it was our destiny.But now all these seem just like a mere illusion.An unfulfilled dream.With Chintu,Maryjane too is gone forever. And it is not just the band which I am going to miss...What about all those crazy moments which became special simply because the big man was there...The sonpapri treat(I guess many of you do not know about it),the mominpura trips ,everything which seem like a distant reality now..There will be no one now who actually ,without the slightest of hesitations would boast of having tiger’s milk as an infact or divulge details of working on a spaceship...Chintu was a master in delivering nonsense.Intentionally or unintentionally ,he had this uncanny ability of cracking up everybody with his nonsensical anecdotes .May be the man was simply a dreamer ..We would never know...But what we know is the fact that,we are all going to miss this nonsense for a long, long time..And thats why we all are sad .That’s why I am sad.I know I am sounding a bit too selfish....But I guess that’s actually what it is all about...... The wise ol’ men were probably right in their saying....”when someone dies you are not bereaved ‘out of concern for that person..You are sad because you are sympathise with yourself,.you are sad because you don t know how you are going to feel up the void in your life left by that person..”.......And this time the void isn’t ordinary...It was worth so much of your existence....and the funniest part is losing so much does not make you feel any lighter,.rather it is the other way round.For once even gravity is defied.Funny are the ways of God.. Chintu was a showman,onstage or offstage. As an emotional Aditya pointed out ..”saala, lived like a rockstar....died like a rockstar”..Everywhere he went,he somehow managed to command respect and fan frenzy.....and in death too he managed to shock us all...Jim Morrison once famously quoted:” I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again...and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”.....For all of us who knew him, Chintu was that comet,the shooting star and I guess we were fortunate enough to have witnessed the mini spectacle.....and for those of you who were not fortunate enough to know him,simply pay a visit to his facebook page(which is still active and which I sincerely hope will always stand activated)...There,listed against his favourite quotation , you will see the line..”Scream for me”.......I guess this simple quote sums up what Suvanay Buragohain aka chintu was all about....Goodbye brother,we all are going to miss you for the rest of our lives.May you tear apart the heavens with your six string spectacles..RIP....