Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Moi New Year cum Year End Blog

Fast-fading 2009
A Warm Welcome to 2010

Whether it was the year which went fast or my mind or our expectations, I really don't know. All I know in the midst of rough and tough days and melodious moments, this year has been one of those years which I'll remember for a long time. Maybe forever. 2009 is not the year coming to an end to me, actually but 2008-09. From the middle of 2008 to this very day, this year has brought moments of joy to me. Yes there has been bad days, really bad days; not just days but you can say months but those moments helped me become a more mature person, I believe.

Time for making some new year resolution. I hope just like every year I don't stop writing in my diary. I get bored and tired and stop writing in it. I sincerely hope and wish I'll keep my diary happy and do justice to it by writing in it :-P

We always attempt to replace the orthodox with our emotional experience. Illusion and reality are two different things and all that we know about it, is nothing at all. I hope with this concept I keep on imagining things which I love to, which make me happy but keeping in my mind their validity.

Apart from that I promise I'll remain same and never change due to other things or people.

But most of all I wish 2010 make India to us and not me, a wonderful place to live and cheer about. I wish all past worries are burried and what we want to see becomes true. Here is a poem that I had written::

Beauty seen through a beggar's eyes,
Pleasure enjoyed by a dying man's mind,
Melancholy and joy, side by side,
Fancied by numerous mind.

Goddess of Psyche dressed
In her worst attire,
Leaves boozing the last hours.
Minds flee towards the ecstasy,
Drawing melodious imagery.

All together in one voice,
Singing the same song of life.
Mourning, desired to leave behind,
To welcome a new rhyme.

'Let the warm love in',
Lets join our hands
To a beautiful symphony.

I hope in this way we welcome 2010, leaving everything behind, starting afresh with dreams in our eyes and dreams which we don't aspire but we work on to achieve.

I like to thank my friends, my group BONCHARALS, who has made my life one mess and is one of the biggest pain but even with all these has been with me. I like to say just a simple 'Hi' to Dragon, a lost friend whom I met again after many years.

A big thank to @softykid @sizzler_chetan @cheth @RagsTweets for their continuous help. They are great!!

I like to thank @rwac48, he is a great person and when I say I mean in heart not externally. He will always motivate you and keep your dreams alive. Because of him few dreams of mine are still alive.

Then I like to thank @PritishNandy @BDUTT @rajdeepsardesai @sagarikaghose @suhasinih @abhonsle because there presence makes me dream and keeps me reminding what I aim, what I dream.

At the end will like to thank @jhunjhunwala @HNatarajan whose presence has brought life in my list. And lastly to Twitter which is truly connecting people. So this blog of mine wouldn't have got so promoted or popular had there not been a @twitter to tweet to all the tweeps. Thank you.

So at the last what I see is that this year end was a day of thanking wonderful people for their presence in my life which made life beautiful throughout the year. Hope all of us stay like this :-)

I sincerely hope that every people enjoy the coming year and may all sadness disappear. That's all I hope today!


Friday, 18 December 2009

To Rocky J

From The Black Rose Girl

Hope Mr. Rakesh Jhunjhunwala likes it =)

Monday, 7 December 2009


What is this world full of so-called Humanity?
Where we question whether a man should have died or not
Rather than why did he!

This world, full of humans whose life-story
Is one of tragedy; Full of pain and suffering.
The majority is formed of skeleton-shaped structure
Or victims who fall prey to the wants of other fellow men.

We, humans have come across more than
Thousand years; but in these thousand years,
What have we achieved?

Our history book tells us about great men's great discoveries
But what about those who played the most crucial part in it?
Those men who owns the state
Or those who strive for daily wage?

Have you ever had the want to know
Who's voice is it behind and in middle of the shows,
Who makes us familiar with the numerous things -
Soaps, serials and names of different personalities.

Faith, hope, trust we can but for how long?
For some life is charming, for some it is mere survival
And for the rest it is search for a new world.

What will all of us do, when doomsday struck us?
Even God asked Noah to select one pair and not all!

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Bengal - A Mission or Reverie?

The Bengal I Know, The Bengal I Live In

For the last two years precisely Bengal has been a center of news production. Whether political or industrial. There has been no end to Bengal's production of news. As far as I can remember it started with the entry of TATA. Where's the end no one knows? But the latest question that everyone has been asking about Bengal - What's it's future, which shall never be answered by anyone, even if 2012 turns out to be real. Firstly I would like to tell to all who are so interested in Bengal, whether for sympathy, amusement or anything - ROME WASN'T BUILT IN A DAY! HOW DO YOU EXPECT CALCUTTA OR THE PRESENT KOLKATA TOO?

Yes it would be really idiotic according to some to compare Rome with Calcutta or Bengal as a whole(I prefer the name Calcutta, there is so much in it). But to make people understand situations, the phrase was much needed. Tell me why wouldn't a kid born or brought up in Bengal wouldn't want a RESURGENT BENGAL? And who said Bengal isn't developing? If you talk about the material part!

Lets look into Bengal's development - Jyoti Basu, a veteran politician has fought his whole life to make Bengal what it is now. He came when he was much needed. He won hearts, and most of all gave what Bengalis wanted. But the main problem, in his era after Bengal had finally come to peace there was no growth. Bengal remained Bengal. Then when Basu saw it's time for reformation he brought in Buddhadeb, a person who once walked out of the Vidhan Sabha stating that he doesn't want to be a part of ministry which is full of thieves. WOW! It took him a lot of guts to say that I suppose. So this gutsy man was brought in by Basu coz Basu would have never want himself to fall into the mess that today Buddha Babu is facing(yes Jyoti Basu is a very shrewd character, nothing less than a Nostradamus). The CM came and introduced a series of development plans for Bengal and Bengal was ready to bear it all. But when everything started people got frustrated and they left the LEFT's support and the act never finished. But why the act never finished. Bengal was already frustrated before hand for the no-change environment and when finally Buddha Babu brought in, the slow progress made Bengali's even more crazy. They didn't saw any difference between slow-progress or no-progress. And there is TMC and INC looking for a loophole to brainwash the people's mind always.

Nevertheless Buddha Babu didn't mind and in a true heroic manner went on trying every way to make Bengal develop. Today we see never ending flyover projects, dug-up roads for better pipelines, new metro stations though no new trains etc etc etc.


Half the Bengali's don't know about Bengal. Bengali's often mix up betterment with politics. My father says an wonderful phrase - "RAJNITHI KORA VALO KINTU RAJNITHI NIYE MATHA MATHI KORA EKDOM NOI"; Translated - "IT'S GOOD TO BE A PART OF POLTICS BUT IT ISN'T GOOD AT ALL TO GET OVER-ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT." Does everything in life has to be with politics? Can once a politician shed his or her's political armour and see like a commoner? Yes he or she can, I got one example - Somnath Chatterjee.

Today in the Sunday Telegraph, Metro section I found an interesting article about half the Bengali's not knowing about the different services offered to them. Now tell me, what is wrong? Bengal or Bengali's???

We talk about traffic problems! It isn't the buses or vehicles which are mainly responsible for it, it is the pedestrian or you who don't follow rules then how can you not expect a traffic congestion. You want development but you can't have patience for it's completion! The problem is Bengali's expect that one day a fairy GODMOTHER will come and make Bengal what it should be, just like in the movie - BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED. We always have the tendency to compare with the past but we never learn from the past, wonder why? Actually Bengali's don't have faith in themselves! They have more faith in their Dada's and Didi's.

"If you have faith in the three hundred and thirty millions of your mythological gods, and in all the gods which foreigners have introduced into your midst, and still have no faith in yourselves, there is no salvation for you. Have faith in yourselves and stand up on that faith." - Was the message by Swami Vivekananda

Dhritiman Chatterjee yesterday had put a very good point in the Telegraph Debate - We ourselves have to do it. Yes it isn't about any politicians, you can't let them get over you! Why people like Shashi Tharoor loves Calcutta or Bengal can anyone tell me? Coz Bengal has it all but just doesn't know how to use it. To seek salvation, we need to work for all and not us only! It's US that can turn BENGAL INTO WHAT IT CAN BE NOT WHAT IT WAS. Bengal isn't a dream it is our mission. We can make Bengal grow even by going out of it and doing for it. No matter where you are, if you love your Bengal work for it. There is no use of cursing it if you don't participate in it's betterment and growth.

The Bengal I know is like a extinct volcano but the true Bengal was never like this, it was an active one. It is us we the Bengalis who can turn it into the active one. Bengalis are peace-lovers but they are the race from where people like Netaji and Khudiram comes. You wanna see a better BENGAL, go ahead and work for it's betterment, even your small contribution counts a lot. Stop cursing and complaining, the time you take to complain, in that small time you can make a huge difference!

Lastly I want to add some beautiful lines I read in today's Sunday Metro by Soumak Ghoshal - Calcutta is a source of endless irritation for its inhabitants. with its pot-holed alleys, dug-up roads, crumbling buildings and never-to-be-finished flyovers, it may even look like a bombed city to foreigners. But when captured in black-and-white film, the sorry mess somehow takes on a poetic aspect, combining noble gloom with quaint distinction.

Saturday, 7 November 2009

You decide..

See guys I can't draw though when I was young I took up classes. I'm really bad at it but that doesn't stop me from attempting. Here is some sketches I had drawn. Please go ahead and tell me which according to you is the best.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009


Are you fed up of politics and politicians?

Want a better society?

Want a better leader??

Go ahead!!

That's it Badge - Anti-Politics;Anti-Rulers Badge...

Friday, 30 October 2009

All That I know Of The Black Rose

I haven't seen it, my garden is devoid of it.
Heard it grows alone, heard it is born once.

Of all the colours, it is the most special;
Seasons' blessing rests on it,
It doesn't grow on Earth.
You need a different place.

Deep dark full of flesh.
Sweet or sour nobody knows the taste.
Only you can see it,
Seductive to the eyes,
Attracting making you clutch it hard,
And that's when it strikes.

A rush of blood, touches your nerve
And you are touched by the
Magic of the Black Rose.

Then you know about it,
Nothing special, just like others.
Only the colour is black
Only it is born in a different place.

Inside pages, of old books,
Inside kept aside from your view.
What it was before we don't know,
It is born out
When the old spirits dies off;
It is born when
White Yellow Red Pink
Turns Old.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Why I Don't Believe In God

Well I wasn't born an atheist. Time made me one. I don't hate all the beliefs, I don't trust them or believe in them. What is it? GOD? Have we seen him? Through out the ages, we are taught of believing in him, having faith on him but why? Who is he? Omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient? Is it really true? Is he the supreme? Then what are we humans?

Over the years my blind faith in GOD, not only of my own religion but of all has lead me on to a revelation that I myself find it unbelievable. We all love to believe in what we want to believe. But have ever thought of actually believing what others, many ask us? Do we even think of checking whether they are wrong or right? No. Cause truth is bitter and reality hits hard. Anyways, where is the origin of religion? In ancient times, gods were looked upon as tyrannical powerful characters always trying to find a moment where they can destroy or inflict terror upon humans. Don't believe me? Go through the ancient Classical Mythologies. Then came Jesus Christ. What was his need to create a totally new religion, a new way, a new dimension? He could have preached taught and relieved fellow Jewish men out of agony through his own religion. No he didn't. Maybe he had other plans. Its better to show that am a religious men and rule over your followers than become a king and try to rule over the people because at the end of the day you will be called as a dictator. Never mind.

Then there are millions of religion all over the world - Hinduism, Islam, Sikhism, Buddhism, Jainism, Zoroastrianism, etc etc. There is no end. God is suppose to be one but he is identified in different ways in different places. Most of the religion are formed later. Like for example - Sikhism is formed by a Hindu man, Buddhism we all, so is Jainism. Why did they have to create new chains? Let us talk about our own religion - Hinduism. Its a vast religion, vast culture. But its not static. Mane people say it has survived cause of its change. Its changing day by day. For example, the Gayatri Mantra was suppose to chanted by men only, so far was the belief that the work 'OM' was not suppose to said by women as the word is said from inside, generating from the womb which might hamper the birth of child (We don't know the truth). But look at us today, each and every girl in India or abroad knows the Gayatri Mantra and even chants it.

A very popular person has said if you believe in something, you should not be scared of what you have, if you have confidence in your religion then why think what others say? But we do, it shows we are unsure of our own existence.

Why do we believe in GOD? My answer because when we don't have confidence in ourselves we tend to believe that miracles will help us out of every situation and usually that miracle is suppose to be done by GOD. But when it doesn't?

GOD is said to Omnipotent Omnipresent and Omniscient.
Omnipotent are humans, they can create they can destroy. We fear about other, powerful nations striking us, powerful people terrorising us, harming us. DO we fear that GOD will kill us? Harm us. Men has the power to reach the moon, they also have the power to stay a beggar all through his life.
Omnipresent - Do we see GOD everywhere? Do we even see him when we need? Have he ever, ever in your life shown his face even for a second? NO. At least not to me. I can guarantee you all, I had this unnerving faith in Jesus Christ, he was the soul for me. Well he actually didn't last long, cause for me he became a symbol of pretense. Man is omnipresent. You ask your friend, your parents to be with you, they will always be (unless your life is like that of Ekta Kapoor's serials).
Omniscient - GOD is suppose to have total knowledge of everything. But its humans who decide what will be our future, its us to form the calenders, its doctors who saves us, at least tries to. GOD? Where is he in the chapters.

Now many will say I have seen miracles. Now lets see what is Miracles ::

1. An event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God: "Miracles are spontaneous, they cannot be summoned, but come of themselves" (Katherine Anne Porter).
2. One that excites admiring awe.
3. A miracle play.

A word having three dimensional meaning. An event that appears inexplicable by the LAWS OF NATURE and so is HELD to be SUPERNATURAL in origin or an act of GOD.

Firstly, LAWS OF NATURE, and then it is held to be supernatural in origin OR, OR, an act of GOD. A word miracle is nothing but an event which happens suddenly, which usually is related with good end and we always have a tendency to relate it to GOD? What harm has men done?

Actually the fact is we are cowards, and we follow the GOD in fear, when we are alone, when we are hopeless, when we are not confident of our own actions. The fact is we don't trust ourselves or our fellow humans and this makes us believe in things which have been passed on by word of mouth. The fact is we love to believe in things which are good, always overlook the truth.

Well alas, I don't believe in GOD because yet I haven't met him, said 'Hi' 'Hello' to him, I don't believe in GOD cause I trust myself and the people I want to trust in. I believe am not alone and hopeless. I will be so only when I will let myself be.

Lastly, I don't disrespect others believes, I don't mean to hurt anyone, I simply wrote this cause over the last one year I have been made to make others understand why I don't believe in GOD, thousand times. I guess this will help them. I might have left out a lot of points with which I wanted to start, so excuse me. And I give anjali or do what my mom asks me only to make her happy. But I am confident about my believe and doing all these , I believe won't erase the fact that I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD.

Thursday, 17 September 2009

Kumartali 09'

Before all it begins

The place from where it begins....

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Sunday, 6 September 2009

Well a piece written and dedicated to my college

Maharaja Manindra Chandra College

The sun stood still
Upon my head,
As young when I came to this place;
Feeling a different warmth,
And people's constant gaze.

Love those moments of despair
When none was their, but
The professor's desire; that make you
Aim higher, higher than anyone else,
That makes you love this place.

A year full of love for the subject
And years which I went on hearing them,
Sometimes in night's darkness,
They appear to wake me up
In their favourite dresses.

Library, canteen and the old classes
Where you could find a cat crawling sometimes,
And sometimes the professors appeared
From nowhere, just to remind you -
"Work hard or you'll fail."

The place is old
But full of culture.
It got nothing
But everything in it.
Most importantly, you'll find friends
Who'll be there when you
Are most vulnerable.

And guess what
You'll find a different world here,
Different people with
Different desires;
No, no they won't scare you,
But just will make you fall for it.

Library, the unexplored books,
Classes and their non-functioning things,
Friends and their awful jokes,
Professors and their unmatchable moods;
I'll miss but never forget,
The love I got
From this still
Unexplored Place.

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Time made us foolish or We were born foolish

Today while attending my honours class, I decided to write this blog. My friend was laughing when I told him but after what happened I guess I should really write. It's going to three years and then it will all end - COLLEGE. Our dream when we are young, somewhere in between our teenage, fighting with rules and school disciplines. But very few of us know what college really is until we get admitted. My views were never like,"Get the hell out of school and have a blast in college" but they were like "have fun in your limits". But no sooner I and many like me got in, we were like,"What's the damn good difference between college and school?" None couldn't answer.

My 1st year went in seriousness, attending classes, doing work regularly and almost becoming a favourite student to professors and a bad girl to co-mates! But don't know what changed in 2nd year!! We did attend classes, especially my group of friends but had fun too, like going to the Ganga ghat to have fun, watch river dolphins sometimes, checking out Durga Idols before Puja's, taking stupid videos and enjoying later, suddenly deciding to watch crappy bengali movies etc etc. And in this process me and my group did what we never realised that we actually did.

When we realised it was exam times, one of our professors and one of the best came to me and said in front of the whole crowd,"You don't attend classes and you come to give exams!!??" I was like "huh"!! C'mon my HOD never told me, she is like always smiling and why suddenly this professor. Then it shot me and may be I said also(don't know whether she heard or not) that I don't attend her classes only!! Well I didn't feel guilty! Anyways. That's a different part of the story!

What actually happened is that today, which is the 11th class of this year, my attendance is 6 which is fair enough coz many of them attended their 1st class today. But the same professor today told me in particular, I'm irregular and I should watch out. She also mentioned about last year and that she doesn't know what happened to me. Next while she was teaching I made sure I was totally into my studies and believe the hell me, I was. She asked few questions and all answered in varied ways, only leaving one. 'Bellows' and 'Billows' are two different words and all of us know. But somewhere I like many mistook 'Billows' to be 'Bellows' and answered and she was like "Don't show your foolishness"!! C'mon I wasn't the only one and the was she pronounced should be marked also. But ok I was foolish but not me!

So I want to tell her, Ma'am We and especially I, respect you a lot. And more because you professors were the one's who supported me, stood beside me when no one was. But please don't say things which really doesn't match your sweet tenderness. Don't know what made you so angry against me only, ya may be for my betterment you saying so but it creates a different scenario to others. And if I'm really foolish, I was born foolish or time, which I didn't spend around you made me!! That's all!!

Thursday, 6 August 2009


One month before hand I didn't realise that it would turn out to be a self imposed exile. The most hostile place mankind. Its not that people don't stay there, it's just people has lost its battle fighting with nature and the supreme - MAN, himself.

It was a rough ride but an excited one, asking myself every now and then, is it really what people say? Is the place really worth going? Even when I got on the bus to Junput, I wasn't sure what was I doing; may be I was driven away by excitement. Nevertheless, till stepping foot on the place, inside our rooms, I was like a relaxed bird but as soon as the curtains were drawn I was BLANK!

The place is nothing better than the rain-forests of Malaysia where the team of Is Jungle Se Mujhe Bachao are shooting. Its a breeding ground of insects, mosquitoes, smelly fishes etc. No sooner we had entered, we felt like when we will leave this place. We were attacked by all sorts of things, smaller things of nature, as if telling us and hurting us for entering their zone, as if we were INTRUDERS!

The first day went like hell, we trying and searching every way to tackle the small beasts, sometimes searching ways to fly away from this unknown, yet untainted land. But it played a mysterious role, disturbing us but made us stay till end.

The place as the habitats there said was once a beauty but the war of HUMANS destroyed it and I guess it was taking its revenge on us. Politics didn't leave this small place also. Even in that place there was beauty, reminiscences of past, places of the owner's dream to make a place they never saw before.

Junput is said to be a beside sea but the sea is far far away from it. Yes, once it use to be beside the resort where we resided. The resort is an wonderful place but it is not at all looked after and maintened. What we heard is that after election when the party hold got changed, the TMC didn't let the CPI(M) supporters work there. The owner said either the old people will work or the resort will get shut! Don't know what the truth is really but we did felt. The roads are as bad as the infrastructure of the place.

Junput is 1hour 10mins away from Digha and 1hour away from Mandarmoni. Whoever goes to this place should once visit all the neighbouring place. However Junput isn't anymore a place to stay for more than 1 day.

However after spending three days there, I'll say, I enjoyed atleast 20percent coz I went with a huge group. I even got drenched on the last day at the beach, the tides were present as it was full moon day. Anyways do experience all type of fun guys. I hope the place gets what it needs, roads, infrastructure, support and people, true-spirited.

Saturday, 25 July 2009

From College Canteen Metro to Someplace Else

Unforgettable beginning
one long year

I had just graduated from high-school, I was so excited that I had forgotten the terrible situation of EDUCATION of my state. Waiting at queues for about 3½ hours, fighting my way into the 'BIASED' examination centres, standing dejected for not being selected, and finally getting admitted to a 'B' Grade college via management quota. I still remember the first day of my college vividly. I felt like an outcast, after getting admitted one week later only, sitting aloof in the first bench. I collected a lot of courage just to ask the guy sitting behind me, what was being taught. To my good fate, he turned out to be a true helper, atleast for the day! He said and said and said.

The classes began, I was 'not' introduced to the class, to which I was very glad of. I answered every question that was asked, I tried keeping my attention to the studies, not even knowing about tomorrow, I also got acquainted with a girl and three boys that day, DAMN ONLY THREE!! I felt like I'm the centre of attraction as if am Harry Potter, The Girl Who Was Suppose To Come Late!!!

From A Nine Pointer
To A
Four Pointer

When I remember those days, one thing comes to my mind unknowingly, my bond with the members. After attending so many classes, I started missing, rather bunking most of them. But I was regular till the middle of the year. After the first unit, I became over-confident and went astray. I stopped attending most of the classes. Spent time with my so called friends, rehearsed for dance performances.


To Be Continued....

Previous part::Su'Shanty

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Solar Eclipse 2009'

The Longest

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Where are we

I want to sleep tonight
As I don't have anything to do
Am drinking again
Coz you are gone And it seems so long ago
When you were next to the starbucks store
Where am I
And where are you.

I don't like the drum beats

They make my head swing I have nothing else left
Coz I've given everything away
When you were here
Next to the store even With your flaming heart
And my mind was full

Of love for you.

Say to me my heart
What made you
Walk the street
When you bought that
Two sitter car;

One for you, the other for your driver.
And now where should I be
When you are not next to me.

My heart was full of love
A key to liveliness
Am spending too much time

Near the foolish lifeless pool
And it seems so long ago
When you were next to the store

Where am I
And where are you?

N.B. This is actually a song by me.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

University of Calcutta's Exam Postponed Thanks to Strike

The 17th July's University exam has be put off and postponed to a later date, all thanks to our LEADERS who has once again called off a strike. After the Congress members were attacked at Mangalkot on 15th July, the whole of Bengal got disrupted on 16th July, with party men protesting, blocking roads at office hours and also during a major time when the University exams are going.

Already the University exams have been postponed due to Lok Sabha 2009 elections and this one day of STRIKE now has lead to exams routine being elongated more. Why does the students have to suffer always? Isn't there any other method?

Already there is so much of pressure of the on going exams and the Calcutta University isn't one of the places of relief, with year after year restricting marks and routine and huge syllabus trouble.

Does the CONGRESS, which forms the Government at the Center for a second term has any answer?

Does our honourary HRD minister Mr. Kapil Sibal has any answer?

Thursday, 25 June 2009

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Thursday, 18 June 2009


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Friday, 29 May 2009

About Me

I am 20-something girl (or woman, lass, female, babe, lady, etc.), and I work in an office, where I have to write about sport in which 22 men/women play with one round-shaped leather-made object, and a wooden stick, designed to their preferred shape.

I have been blogging since 2007, and I mostly blog about all the things that doesn't affect my daily routine in any direct or indirect way. I started this blog because I had a lot of time but now I do not have time, so to escape the rationalities of my work station, I come and rant here, stuff that the 140-character platform doesn't allow me.

Also, I once featured in one city's 'top bloggers' story (well even I was surprised to find a photographer turn-up at my place one day, turning my militia-kinda father into a light man).

In short, I am not your 'Worst Nightmare.'

Oh! Yes, I love Jenny Lawson.

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Wednesday, 20 May 2009


What is it? I ask myself,
I stand at the other end;
Its dark, sun has hidden its face
Once again.

No light, no sound, not even a human
Can be seen,
Just miles and miles of
Unconquered land
And the green bushes and trees.

Hark! I see someone,
Hello is my call,
"The figure", is it imagination?
NO! She moves, her pace
Growing faster.

As her face comes into view
I feel a certain errie:
I try I wish but am hypnotised
Am unable to move,
Even my lips.

Her Dark Blue Eyes
Soothes my heart:
her touch is so cold.
Her move around me
Leaves an inexpressible grill,
And I feel so alone.

Slowly I fall asleep
Into her arms
Into a different world
Into a different mood.

When I opened my eyes
The sun had come back
A sad look on his face.
Everything was gone
Nothing left
And I couldn't recollect
Her Countenance.

And now all that is left
Is Reminiscence...


I’m waiting for the shadows to ask me
To say Goodbye;
They wait for me the say,
“Finish what is left.”
They don’t have time,
And I don’t want to waste anymore.
My life has come to an end,
Where the shadows,
The Death Knell decides,
Should I see, Should I wish, Should I live My
Last Breath.
I wait just for one thing
To see what I love the most
And say Goodbye.
Hold my hand tonight
And I’ll take you to the place
That makes me warm and cold.
Hold me tonight
Cause I won’t ever leave you,
If you just hold me tonight
And I’ll hold you forever and always.

I promise to cover you,
From the light of the day
That swindles us always.
I don’t have much time,
I say again…
They are waiting for me,
But of you hold me only
I may have some more time
To finish what is left,
To leave this world with Grace.
To see you happy;
What I love the most,
And say Goodbye….

Saturday, 25 April 2009

Words Expressed But Will Anyone Hear It?

Everyone today wants change but how will this change come? People are selfish no doubt but they got to be cause that's the only way of survival. We can never change the system but we can change the world by
changing ourselves. Do what we want but which won't hurt others. It's called partnership. Seeing your own profit and keeping your partner happy too.

But this is technical thing. All we got to do is come forward and work and stop talking. Why doesn't anyone do that? Why does everyone only complains? Leaders aren't gods and there is no such thing as god. If
there was then he would have helped his favourite children. Be a believer of your own soul. Don't believe in someone or something, on whom you leave everything and you lose. It is your hard work which will
bring fruits not someone's support or faith. Yes when you're successful it's then you need someone by your side, in happiness sadness in every moment of your life. But not an ecclesiastical power but a person or
people whom you want. If you have faith in yourself then you'll have that person. It's called laws of attraction.

I always wanted to do something different. When i was young i decided to study journalism. Then nobody use to even thing a bit about this line but now it's like MBA. Now i want to do something different again which can bring a change too. What i want is to do something for which people will remember me, something which will delight them and which they can use as utility. A professor from my college calls it dulce and utile.

I'm scared of time like Shelly, scared that it'll erase my name from pages that i leave behind. Isn't there any way? So confused i'm. I want to write but who'll read? Does anyone read? And even if someone does how'll i know whether he or she liked it or not? They don't comment. Will i be able to be someone like Charlotte Bronte or
Jane Austen or someone like James Joyce. Or like my favourite Hardy?I don't aspire to be Shakespeare or Wordsworth. All i want to be is myself someone who's remembered by all as someone. But even if I become
will anyone read me. So much inside but scared to express, what if am erased by time, the omnipotent.

Saturday, 21 February 2009


I hope all of you has heard of the song - "Californication". The famous song about hollywood by RED HOT CHILI PEPPER. Well here is a look at Bollyfication. Every second Indian now days dreams of becoming an actor like Shahrukh or actress like Mallika, oops! I mean like Rani or Preiti. And this want of many Indians have lead to the making of reality shows like Zee Cine Star Ki Khoj. If not actress or actor, it has to be singer or a model :-|


This word Bollywood has become a place like heaven, a word that many things will lead them to heaven. Many think it is JUST LIKE HEAVEN. But Bollywood really is? Ageing stars using Botox? 50 year old woman using the tag of 30? A senior actor making love scenes with 18 years old(At his age people retire :-|).

Really it is hard to know what Bollywood is in real? Scandals doesn't stop stars from creating another one, critics get to know the movie better than the makers of movie before them, music director is the real winner. It is a place where you get artists, struggling actors picked up from the unknown places and also the star (worthless) sons (I might be cynical but hey very few shine)

If RED HOT CHILI PEPPER was here today in Bollywood they could have made their Part - II of the song - Dream of Bollyfication, every guy and girls dream...

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

N's Great Jokes...

A friend of mine, fond of jokes and cracking them on me(I suppose :-|) had sent me the most wonderful mail I have ever read, just check it...

This is for all those who are

1. Bengalees in general
2. Bengalees from Kolkata in particular
3. People who know Bengalees ( 1 and/or 2 )
4. People who want to know Bengalees ( 1 and/or 2 )
5. Others : just to increase your knowledge about Bengalees

A is for Awpheesh (as in Office). This is where the average Kolkakattan goes and spends a day hard at work. And if he works for the 'West Bengal Gawrment' he will arrive at 10, wipe his forehead till 11, have a tea break at 12, throw around a few files at 12.30, break for lunch at 1, smoke an unfiltered cigarette at 2, break for tea at 3, sleep sitting down at 4 and go home at 4:30. It's a hard life!

B is for Bhision . For some reason many Bengalis don't have good bhision. In fact in Kolkata most people are wearing spectacles all the time.

C is for Chappell (as in Greg ). Currently, this is the Bengaali word for the Devil, for the worst form of evil. In the night mothers put their kids to sleep saying, 'Na ghumaley Chappell eshey dhorey niye jabe.' (If you don't sleep, Chappel will come and take you away!!)

D is for Debashish or any other name starting with Deb. By an ancient law every fourth Bengali Child has to be named Debashish. So you have a Debashish everywhere and trying to get creative they are also called Deb, Debu, Deba with variations like Debanik, Deboprotim, Debojyoti, etc. thrown in at times.

E is for Eeesh . This is a very common Bengali exclamation made famous by Aishwarya Rai in the movie Devdas. It is estimated that on an average, Bengali women use eeesh 10,089 times every year. 'Ei Morechhey' is a close second to Eeesh.

F is for Feeesh . These are creatures that swim in rivers and seas and are a favourite food of the Bengalis. Despite the fact that a fish market has such strong smells, with one sniff a Bengali knows if a fish is all right. If not he will say 'eeesh what feeesh is theesh !'

G is for Good name. Every Bengali boy will have a good name like Debashish or Deboprotim and a daknaam (pet name) like Motka, Bhombol, Thobla, Poka, Boka, etc. While every Bengali girls will have pet names like Tia, Tuktuki, Mishti, Khuku, Imli, etc.

H is for Harmonium . This the Bengali equivalent of a rock guitar. Take four Bengalis and a Harmonium and you have the successors to The Bheatles!

I is for lleesh. This is a feeesh with 10,000 bones which would kill any ordinary person, but which the Bengalis eat with releeesh!

J is for Jhola . No self respecting Bengali is complete without his Jhola. It is a shapeless cloth bag where he keeps all his belongings and he fits an amazing number of things in. Even as you read this there are 2 million jholas bobbling around Kolkata- and they all look exactly the same! Note that 'Jhol' as in Maachher Jhol is a close second.

K is for Kee Kaando ! It used to be the favourite Bengali exclamation till eeesh took over because of Aishwarya Rai (now Kee Kando's agent is trying to hire Bipasha Basu). Kee Kelo is a close second

L is for Lungi - the dress for all occasions. People in Kolkata manage to play football and cricket wearing it not to mention the daily trip in the morning to the local bajaar. Now there is talk of a lungi expedition to Mt. Everest .

M is for Minibus . These are dangerous half buses whose antics would effortlessly frighten the living daylights out of all James Bond stuntmen as well as Formula 1 race car drivers. M is also for Maunkey Cap and Muphler!!

N is for Nangto. This is the Bengali word for naked. It is the most interesting naked word in any language!

O is for Oil. The Bengalis believe that a touch of mustard oil will cure anything from cold (oil in the nose), to earache (oil in the ear), to cough (oil on the throat) to piles (oil you know where!)

P for Phootball . This is always a phavourite phassion of the Kolkattan. Every Bengali is born an expert in this game. The two biggest clubs there are Mohunbagan and East Bengal and when they play the city comes to a stop.

Q is for Queen . This really has nothing to do with the Bengalis or Kolkata, but it's the only Q word one can think of. There's also Quilt but they never use them in Kolkata.

R is for Robi Thakur . Many many years ago Rabindranath got the Nobel Prize. This has given the right to all Bengalis no matter where they are to frame their acceptance speeches as if they were directly related to the great poet and walk with their head held high. This also gives Bengalis the birthright to look down at Delhi and Mumbai and of course 'all non-Bengawlees'! Note that 'Rawshogolla' comes a close second!

S is for Shourav . Now that they finally produced a genuine cricketer and a captain, Bengalis think that he should be allowed to play until he is 70 years old. Of course they will see to it that he stays in good form by doing a little bit of 'joggo' and 'maanot'.

T is for Trams . Hundred years later there are still trams in Kolkata. Of course if you are in a hurry it's faster to walk.

U is for Aambrela . When a Bengali baby is born he is handed one.

V is for Bhaayolence . Bengalis are the most non-violent violent people around. When an accident happens they will fold up their sleeves, shout and scream and curse and abuse, "Chherey De Bolchhi" but the last time someone actually hit someone was in 1947.

W is for Water . For three months of the year the city is underwater and every year for the last 200 years the authorities are taken by surprise by this!

X is for X'mas . It's very big in Kolkata, with ParkStreet fully lit up and all Bengalis agreeing that they must eat cake that day.

Y is for Yesshtaarday . Which is always better than today for a Bengali (see R for Robi Thakur).

Z is for Jebra, Joo, Jipper and Jylophone