Let there be Light!!

Okay this morning when my Sony music player refused to talk for yet another time I got the rather commonplace enlightment that humans have indeed a keen behavioural simmilarity with flies........now lets not get into that Neo-Darwininan controversy as somehow I never managed to gather up sufficient appreciation for all those philosophical litany......as few years of biology at high school had done wonders to my study of life.................the point is the similarity lies in the fact that both humans as well as the flies have a
rather shameless affection for light.........in our case the light is in the form of brands..........and in both cases the realization often yields a deeply frustrated sigh or a cynical reflection about why everytime it always has to be you.....but trust me.......you are indeed not alone!!!
However we still crave for brand names........but the saddest reality of life is however bright the light may seem....the tunnel is always long........as a result we do have to put up with shameless 'brands' that we all see in most of the peoples' jeans........Donalad.....Donald......Flu........Scud......Klone(okay I have one).......even Poison......Thunder and scores of
such tailoring mishaps that somehow bear the not so prominent vestige of this cowboy attire that has jabbed into this country of heat ,sweat and dust......and rather extreeme waistline of its citizens........as there lies...as you may have noticed two categories of people.......one upto the age group of 30......having a rather thin waist line....and beyond 30....you never see what lies beneath....its an endless ocean of flabs...!!!!!Oh yes there always lies few exceptions!!!And the most bewildering part is how most us actually seem to hide these fashionable misfits with all the diligence we have.....lest we fall down from the status of prosperity!!!But still it is our nature and somewhat right to crave for the brands........we die to put somebody's name on our underwears..........think carefully and thats rather gayish......but what the hell thats the elite threshold of fashion.......because Tommy and Calvin told us so........and there are certain individuals who come up with pretty original
explanation as how he have actually degenerated to use those 'brands'.....Bapapi for example(okay folks that is meant for a certain someone....I am sure he will remember)........but then again in all probability I have incurred the wrath of quite a few
fashion fanatics with a goatee and a ponytail clad in a Hawaiian shirt and green trousers that somehow remindes me of some complex genetical accident.....as if you have seen this movie Kate and Leopold....there is a particularly impressive dialogue that just because a dog is colourblind and cannot possibly see a rainbow doesnt mean it does not exist.......so aversion towards the more popular brands will either fetch the title of being colourblind or a man without tastes........boring in a nutshell.......so all we can do is stop being the dog and actually put up a convincing show of appreciation as men clad in sarees walk down the ramp with the defaint clamour of a dying emperor...........so this morning when my Sony music player refused to co-operate all I could do is to flutter around the same light and refuse to give it to the local electrical repair store and electronics engineer that I am.......resort to the rather primitive but effective solution of few calculated slaps at various parts of the player and restarting it with the same cynical sigh and wish someday I will get the best model of Sony music player!!!

WHY ME!!!!!???

It is yet another dank monsoon in Kolkata......but the problem is...it is a bit wayward from the yearly voracity with which the city is overtaken by the clouds....then rain and eventually water for even more number of days than it has actually pelted...thanks to the drainage system of the city....or rather the lack of it........the thing is.......this morning I got the final confirmation that it is actually some kind of personal vendetta against me for some heresy long forgotten.......and the irony is ....assuming the heretic is actually me.....I dont understand why it is always ME!!!!!...indeed the convict here does not really know his felony......which again affirms that there is no such thing as justice.........its always the muscles that the law is inclined to.........but thats a different story.....and as always I wander to some totally irrelevent piece of rhetoric........
So the vendetta part......otherwise how would you explain it........it never rains when I go out with the umbrella.....okay I accept burdening myself with an umbrella has never been in my favourite list......c'mon its not 'cool'.....but then how come each time I somewhat conveniently forget to take it with me it always drizzle........and I think 'okay I guess I can manage it'......and then grows a bit stronger and I think "okay just a few yards and I am home"......and when the home is indeed few yards it really pours down with pre-historic fury and I think "shit!!" ......and when finally I end up at home totally soaked like an old cat at a tub it vanishes with the same intentional ludicrity with which it had arrived.....and the sun almost beams at me with its all so crooked grin.........thats darned unfair..........and here I am......sneezing my day out like a crone by the escritoire......again I had supressed the plight for two days with two paracetamols and one I-dont-know-what pill which after taking I found was expired by over one year just for an invitation to get sloshed at one of my friend's place..........it went quite well actually but this morning when I got down from the car of the guy I met there.....quite satisfied that it had actually saved me the pain of a ridiculous bus ride from Salt Lake to South Kolkata........it again started pelting.......hard and stark like zillion nails from a Kalashnikov........unable to sprint thanks to a worn-out slipper with it sole defying the laws of friction.......I knew I was going to be sick.........and that it was a personal 'thing' against me........................and more so when now I sit with a bloody steaming soup that some witch doctor had prescribed for me........my body so sore that even blinking hurts.........this wonderful neighbour of mine had sent her son.....a two times aspirant of standard seven... to me so that I can help him out with this math assignment comprising a cognitive concotion of Pythagoras Theorem and Euclidean Geometry!!!!

Okay This is something you dont want to happen with you!!!!!

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A Tale Of Two Lives......

Adieu...............

"I wanted a perfect ending, now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious amiguity".....Gilda Radner

Okay....have you ever seen the sky as it is in a dark dank night......lying on the highest point in the terrace........watching quite aimlessly nothin in particular.......the stars peep down between the fleeting concealment of the clouds and you never had felt better about being together in this maze of stupidity at the death of the night.............let us be quite impractical and senseless and succumb to those feeling of our heart which somehow seem to overwhelm us when it is the time to say goodbye..........few moats and fewer gnats fly by like orbs in the beacon of a distant light....and you wonder why can't this last forever.....and you supress some unknown pang in your throat and throw yourself away in the tide..............it is the end of a life within a life....and it is a reeky farewell indeed.........well lets not be too verbose and lets be a bit selfish.........for something is better left not shared........well as a matter of fact cannot be shared..............'coz they lie too deep down to pen down........well all I can say is the fun does not lie in uttering inexplicable philosophy at unearthly hour upon the terrace...........the fun doesnt lie in the unholy swearings of few sarcastic drunkards about anything under the sun........it lies in the fact that we were together through thick n thins for all four years......the satisfaction is derived from the fact that we have actually made it to the terrace....and had done it wonderfully well.... the fact that we were together in this ungodly hour watchin and then searching for that twinkling glimmer shimmering at us through millions of light years...its radiance promising to be with us at all those ill-oppurtune moments hurling us into a mythical discomfort as we derive senseless pleasure from it........."Somehow, the conversation meantioned your name. And someone asked if I knew you. Looking away I had a thought of all the times we had together, sharing laughter, tears, jokes and tons more...and then, without explanation you were gone. I looked to where they were waiting for an answer and then said softly, 'once I thought I did'...."

GOING BACK....

Well....I think some of you actually know what it feels like "going back".........

c'mon....we all 'go back'........umpteen years in a place you fail to surmise....and you go back to your home.....or the reverse...........high school kids acting like puppies after being refused by his 'lady love' going back to the same old girl for yet another refusal.......actually I know someone who had the courage to go upto 33 such refusals.....his name better left undisclosed but the point is....as I said we all 'go back'..........and I am going back to a very minuscle version of those four years that I so shamelessly enjoyed.....after all the cash was not mine........ Well I never realized I would be so pleased on the thought.....I mean I recall cursing the place for providing all the difficulties and attrocities of the world upon the very delicate shoulders of mine........people change and so do I......now that tomorrow I am returning to my college.....I am actually looking forward for all those lazy crazy hazy daysthat so meticulously embrace our life in the hostel.........okay I accept its rather juvenile but can't help it.......!!!

Cock-n-Bull..........

Well....people whine about being matured and thinking with the feet on the earth and all that crazy
stuff that somehow you fail to refute..........and why not......after all, imagination is the luxury of
the affluents..........and indeed, a better way to define 'imagination' is 'cock-n-bull fantasy'........and
things hardly feasible in 'sane' and 'sound' fraternity............the muck you get when you trip off the curb......
the tingle you hear with the toss of the coin.....bloody the flip of the finger when you are irked........thats real indeed.....
However, it never fails to amaze me how few shabbily clad clowns in an extravagantly exaggerated stageshow
can haunt throngs of population even in this sultry June onslaught........well wether its a one man show I dont know ( although
I am actually biased towards this view)....but I think I can safely dare that few hours in a theatre.....thankfully not all those gaudy multiplexes cradling the more 'civilized' movie 'critics'.....you know....all those imposing and not-so-imposing figures with
drooping eyes and honey tongues......or the more fortunate clan of the fairer sex...the ones saying 'chuk it yaar'......'gimme that naa'........and scores of those agglomerated litany........is actually not all that bad(hey I am still a staunch
supporter of piracy !!)......especially when it is followed by self-depreciating bout of hogging and drinking in a cool joint with
a 'messiah' air conditioning...and later few inexplicably childish hours in a public park....!!!!!!

To Jacksparrow....!!!!!!!!!!!