tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75663482624780820892024-03-05T12:05:18.448+05:30hiccup bluesSantanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-5387748932079553152010-02-18T12:18:00.002+05:302010-02-18T12:19:29.918+05:30AVATAR BEAN!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiM2pju5lBfpMqbeO3WKzjbp2e9J2t7a3Cb3E4A6iSrjJe6wRJ4pbwPyQUHWTZRr4s_8wCzg6NO3fQxnC4Dwu7S9sfnrX3miOuUfAErzc2bqPTbQZq7F9JdSg9sV7KV9W6o9aPiAeZ4E/s1600-h/17046_302704055115_302690570115_3317738_6771544_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiM2pju5lBfpMqbeO3WKzjbp2e9J2t7a3Cb3E4A6iSrjJe6wRJ4pbwPyQUHWTZRr4s_8wCzg6NO3fQxnC4Dwu7S9sfnrX3miOuUfAErzc2bqPTbQZq7F9JdSg9sV7KV9W6o9aPiAeZ4E/s400/17046_302704055115_302690570115_3317738_6771544_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439471917502312290" border="0" /></a>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-10499284702101543562009-12-13T00:09:00.005+05:302009-12-13T00:20:18.245+05:30And Forever......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0OFy8szAOVxTXztjdPwZ_sMw9-aFPIgeYcdBp9lOkZ_0t8trGukdZfi9hw_jlqTv3WgLxDYkbjTKhMpbN-Ph5b04Oel6Wzz-gqSX_j6tLbCH_SYpYKaiHhZXXgwKkD6OFeMmFrxSo4E/s1600-h/Anthology3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0OFy8szAOVxTXztjdPwZ_sMw9-aFPIgeYcdBp9lOkZ_0t8trGukdZfi9hw_jlqTv3WgLxDYkbjTKhMpbN-Ph5b04Oel6Wzz-gqSX_j6tLbCH_SYpYKaiHhZXXgwKkD6OFeMmFrxSo4E/s400/Anthology3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414422198841034098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Mailman, Bring Me No More Blues..</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-24173084027837297222009-11-17T11:53:00.002+05:302009-11-17T11:57:58.646+05:30Man vs. Crustaceans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatjFR9PaB6yO_BCfgHi5CQAYbC4XvJNHCUG1OhRvF8gABHGTyzxXBSTOwQ0ay2hdhm74S5wp-4J46DpRjcQOEU7o7qd-yoY1R-44bGAqL4Xs8Ep3ATXjGKTpdH0c0LFV5Ne7rksonFLI/s1600/war.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404955383812642562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatjFR9PaB6yO_BCfgHi5CQAYbC4XvJNHCUG1OhRvF8gABHGTyzxXBSTOwQ0ay2hdhm74S5wp-4J46DpRjcQOEU7o7qd-yoY1R-44bGAqL4Xs8Ep3ATXjGKTpdH0c0LFV5Ne7rksonFLI/s400/war.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">Something I found in some folder in my laptop, of some time when we were at war with the Great Crustacean Army</span>.</div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-8402909172108240842009-11-08T03:05:00.003+05:302009-11-08T03:18:21.174+05:30a city and a saturday....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeFWGPoatRbYHMmYP2d_h4FedDhmcQWrKbKFMbEywLvSGaRhKKB32gPBOyavEyWGQJSDn8Uq2nDVAaZBp6gmwNmIDwaOzDxWU-LGkb1Legcfr2aB_sNfBlhv0MnhPYgm1avPdn51551o/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401481513985771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeFWGPoatRbYHMmYP2d_h4FedDhmcQWrKbKFMbEywLvSGaRhKKB32gPBOyavEyWGQJSDn8Uq2nDVAaZBp6gmwNmIDwaOzDxWU-LGkb1Legcfr2aB_sNfBlhv0MnhPYgm1avPdn51551o/s400/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-55627604966463805342009-10-15T01:04:00.008+05:302009-10-15T01:42:25.987+05:30Evolutionary Hiccups!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bEIRuYwjEFhgkQu131hjJM4VY0mZTAMUSJ2xCozCmGzqzyUt9BUJ_4wV8Z-uNiPrKEiGK-nt7rN0GYsUh30KyXeg_kohgi21fA8f3Ry43EBrJZixGZTUETUlZZ1li7yClePqEadlkrY/s1600-h/zombie_bait_t-shirt_design.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392549587935750594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bEIRuYwjEFhgkQu131hjJM4VY0mZTAMUSJ2xCozCmGzqzyUt9BUJ_4wV8Z-uNiPrKEiGK-nt7rN0GYsUh30KyXeg_kohgi21fA8f3Ry43EBrJZixGZTUETUlZZ1li7yClePqEadlkrY/s400/zombie_bait_t-shirt_design.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;">If only you think that depletion of natural fuels, pollution, increasing level of global warming, population explotion,deforestation, melting icebergs in Antartica, deforestation, extinction of blue whales and telltales of 2012 was the extent to which the world will play 'Carrot and Stick - Mostly Stick' with you, it is but evident that there has to be the quintessential element of surprise in this great parody called life. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;">It is a cliche how life is similar to the commercial '7 p.m. Reality Shows', as it happens that we do have a 'Wildcard Entry' here! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;">I guess people have finally noticed what I had couple of years ago...... </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Suite yourself</span> >><a href="http://www.softsailor.com/news/2126-swine-flu-quickly-turns-into-zombie-swine-flue-h1n1-is-now-h1z1.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">here</span></strong></a><<</span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-75898971408587168032009-10-05T20:25:00.001+05:302009-10-05T20:26:47.540+05:30Tarantino!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTQcfU2FBT_o3LOcttF-jL46jumYYFjcM0Dk3YXw3zmOQsU1Wk-c2kL2Qb0RVVJKMV_U_dGCyc01JGZ6VnX_UATqGyLEvqjwOsZhcrK3-A4VcXwnPcU7ATAOcS3pegSTe09bcHbHzZYA/s1600-h/main_image-43611.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389129965640885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTQcfU2FBT_o3LOcttF-jL46jumYYFjcM0Dk3YXw3zmOQsU1Wk-c2kL2Qb0RVVJKMV_U_dGCyc01JGZ6VnX_UATqGyLEvqjwOsZhcrK3-A4VcXwnPcU7ATAOcS3pegSTe09bcHbHzZYA/s400/main_image-43611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Attaboy, he did it again!!!!</span></strong></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-69246344881728892702009-08-09T18:18:00.003+05:302009-08-09T18:26:58.064+05:30August Rush<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKdapztHuwggsQlX3kLWOpduBs2WBKXGm05Vgja3QdWRJREiMJsjbcU88zT40VGTmODgN9ytR2IdXFPvLcDxZPutZSUbctzCjgA3zsnM2XRpJfOq24R5ZDOvgSKbDt7iHGld0kVxed8o/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367945713991091138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKdapztHuwggsQlX3kLWOpduBs2WBKXGm05Vgja3QdWRJREiMJsjbcU88zT40VGTmODgN9ytR2IdXFPvLcDxZPutZSUbctzCjgA3zsnM2XRpJfOq24R5ZDOvgSKbDt7iHGld0kVxed8o/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Life is even more monotonous after a woderful break. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Its August again. Don't know what to do.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>I think I'll finish off the book this time, a major part of it consists of ill-effects of de-forestation!! </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Lets say it is indeed stupid to chop down the thing that gives food, liquor and intoxication to human beings.</strong></span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-27685242455796751262009-08-04T17:40:00.003+05:302009-08-04T18:15:19.665+05:30Day -1 :Phase -1 : Hitting the road:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFOdw5Lpwz9v7fgJBtUBnMFVezhCMVwTcqEbZuksK8NZVfCYcXFtHyvxuxRh0mNFoA4114gi59qs2otf8X9M4An8E2RuZZ5xrT3qQKD7DRHYqmpIjou19-WUexsjWD86T9sPVFjFXv5Y/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366088788914881474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvFOdw5Lpwz9v7fgJBtUBnMFVezhCMVwTcqEbZuksK8NZVfCYcXFtHyvxuxRh0mNFoA4114gi59qs2otf8X9M4An8E2RuZZ5xrT3qQKD7DRHYqmpIjou19-WUexsjWD86T9sPVFjFXv5Y/s320/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>H</strong></span>itting the road was always fun. Especially when you are not really sure where excatly you are going. I was under the impression we were headed somewhere in the jungles, atleast that was the initial 'plan', but thanks to the rather heavy burden that it imposed on our pockets, we headed off to a more unchartered plot of land - poor, wet and damp, it took a good number of retries to get the name right - Kasaragod. A rain-damp piece of land by the ocean on the other side of the Ghats, speaking an incomprensible language with damp beaches and damp forts and damp coconut groves.We were pensive about the kind of road that lay ahead of us when we had our first flat tyre, later, by the time the trip ended, we were looking at two flat tyres, one damaged headlight, a non-functional car horn and a twisted rim of the front car wheel.The drive was long and fun, and we had the most unique driver on this side of the country, who tends to forget that he is supposed to look at the front through the windshield while driving a car and had a keen urge of asking for directions in a strech of absolutely straight road. The Ghats were nice, with green covers of thick dense vegetation, overshooting in all directions in the perpetual company of rains. There were bouts of rains, it would drizzle for a little while, then it would pour in thick transluscent sheets, it would come from all directions, even from the ground, and then it would suddenly disappear only to return in its usual calculative self after an hour.Not that we were complaining much about it. Why should we complain? We got time and nowhere definite to go. Our vacation had started.</span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-75262363663677510452009-08-04T17:11:00.003+05:302009-08-04T17:30:42.120+05:30Day - 1 :Phase-2 : Raging waters:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogY3EhVwgMINUgxyZPTd0IZcpAdY1_pK08F1Cgt3ZOOhfrPUZh_6IIhuK24j_80WygNG2WRn__MfDPaYiU3Xktoo8odUGkAwSKtIMPmnt4FkPmghEhGuk7YSIlCu4hjygEJL-YElACIk/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366076415275439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiogY3EhVwgMINUgxyZPTd0IZcpAdY1_pK08F1Cgt3ZOOhfrPUZh_6IIhuK24j_80WygNG2WRn__MfDPaYiU3Xktoo8odUGkAwSKtIMPmnt4FkPmghEhGuk7YSIlCu4hjygEJL-YElACIk/s320/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvk5pRx2ae_FkJ5OwPTkzrJ3Ok1somT4fQ2Q3aZuGYZpPLDJwsZaVZf_rvCJdCPs9TnIb2uAxck4L52RegUgBthJ5rNeQWpHhyTOMfaqC7L-PBWNu3ZIfdiaxrk58pvrWrorOCZnabuY8/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366075375454920258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvk5pRx2ae_FkJ5OwPTkzrJ3Ok1somT4fQ2Q3aZuGYZpPLDJwsZaVZf_rvCJdCPs9TnIb2uAxck4L52RegUgBthJ5rNeQWpHhyTOMfaqC7L-PBWNu3ZIfdiaxrk58pvrWrorOCZnabuY8/s320/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBUjMuyyoMmq8ADFEqQJc-oJneUN3ui6G0dHbO8VArRj3c0Mu70_36fRMPGYaLNWOzB8SOWpXz13dHvshsNoSwPya2A39sHgzBz8iJ0c8R-n_v2f0Utma6IUoEcP6oguZbkRzuHwPEm4/s1600-h/DSC02374.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366075365810319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBUjMuyyoMmq8ADFEqQJc-oJneUN3ui6G0dHbO8VArRj3c0Mu70_36fRMPGYaLNWOzB8SOWpXz13dHvshsNoSwPya2A39sHgzBz8iJ0c8R-n_v2f0Utma6IUoEcP6oguZbkRzuHwPEm4/s320/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJGIYNzSr3VogrYMfnvYW5r9PZBz08pZHDTlClxa7LZ5YpWCFhuf8_zeoAFOdteWryAuVadyD_eIN1242OY-MedK61beamSc1WWyPEIMrh2jqY36fLg87SpnOHR-iiTwVqNX8srAhOyE/s1600-h/DSC02375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366075362941262274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJGIYNzSr3VogrYMfnvYW5r9PZBz08pZHDTlClxa7LZ5YpWCFhuf8_zeoAFOdteWryAuVadyD_eIN1242OY-MedK61beamSc1WWyPEIMrh2jqY36fLg87SpnOHR-iiTwVqNX8srAhOyE/s320/DSC02375.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4OmtPEKuJNFX6HqAv5pXwyQDJ5DygD273JMQfYaQ1TCTCre39IsufTHx3pX9lFv2_6I8WIREicMLwMayw7JF7w_P2NkPtVKiWgvzIX7_9ygzH_WP66_W_xS2K21D0wzN9iKyordnl4Q/s1600-h/DSC02380.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366075354144490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4OmtPEKuJNFX6HqAv5pXwyQDJ5DygD273JMQfYaQ1TCTCre39IsufTHx3pX9lFv2_6I8WIREicMLwMayw7JF7w_P2NkPtVKiWgvzIX7_9ygzH_WP66_W_xS2K21D0wzN9iKyordnl4Q/s320/DSC02380.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;">After around eight hours of drive, we had reached the brink of the State. We reached our first checkpoint. Coupleof back-to-back beaches with hurling waters and thick wet sands littered with brown-black rocks and dense vegatations. It was an absolute opposition to the picture of the white sandy beach where you would roll down in slumbering laziness with a bottle of juice in hand.The sea here was rough, insane and distraught, and big waves would snap at the land with a deep resonating rumble. Waves that would, in an instant, hurl at you like a giant whip if you get too near for too long, and when it receds, it would drag you along, and bury you knee-deepin the lurking wet sands. It was evident that the sea would not tend to our frolics and whims, neither did we intend to. It was a place where you need to sit and surrender at the greater might of nature, its overpowering grandeur, regal, ruthless, driven by dark rolling nimbus clouds merging with the waters in near infinity. It would fill you with refreshing tiredness, you would forget, for a while, the pending deadlines looking ruefully at you in coming weeks. You would look up at the sky as the first drops of rain hit your face with its stinging comfort and you would stare at the absolute vastness of raging waters from the top of the rock-face, jutting right out from the sea and fightingits eventual annihilation with equal defaince. It was a place where you are no more than a tiny audience.It was what you would call a dark and grim beauty.</span></div></div></div></div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-72552105189739667922009-08-04T16:44:00.005+05:302009-08-05T15:12:11.901+05:30Day -1 : Phase-3 : Crystal Ship:<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdEmRixM78wmquF0VdE8RE-jLYPQ3hJwLOQWLNlD-NqjzBJDsno2SBvjfcpFgvQI3-ny9oN5FxH7oLgGZyxZT-3hYAd7jN4mPnSoCuK5Jy2qXI8PcgW_MgTVPchGTd_bGfkKfa1TZI6c/s1600-h/DSC02394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366071274118266786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdEmRixM78wmquF0VdE8RE-jLYPQ3hJwLOQWLNlD-NqjzBJDsno2SBvjfcpFgvQI3-ny9oN5FxH7oLgGZyxZT-3hYAd7jN4mPnSoCuK5Jy2qXI8PcgW_MgTVPchGTd_bGfkKfa1TZI6c/s320/DSC02394.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;">It was twilight by the time we left the beach and headed to cross the State border. The sea had infused a subdued sense of overwhelm. It had started raining again. This time it broke its usual routine. This time the sky broke. We were stuck in the small car, among the dense foliages and the Ghats all around, now only an irregular shape bending down at us like a giant pre-historic monster. Our driver was at the small hamlet thats being used as a make-shift cross-border check post. And we sat silently, windows rolled up, listening to the intoxicating drumming of the raindrops on the roof of the car, staring at the patterns made by the pelting waters on the frosted windsheild. Many of them leaving a winding trail as they made their way to the bigger droplets. The air outside was heavy,inside, it was heavier. All the four windows now had a thick layer of moisture, and whatever little daylight was left casted a weak bluish glow as we kept on listening to the deep rumble of the shifting clouds and pouring rain. It was almost eerie, as if we were trying to look at the world from the belly of a small blue crystal ship.</span> </p>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-6363508523584045772009-08-04T16:39:00.002+05:302009-08-04T16:43:56.531+05:30Day -1 : Phase -4 : Kasaragod :<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QfinfoljWZLHrnCiPNLr2QygQvdA9YuyHJRnL15moY09GsVFb5AeBzYNTC2FGquO2tJbiAgb0qzPVcNEs2dVY43VjZiRRiO6u4lXy7TGVI74BVIFZaqWWbGaSDCkwT-vrmrmHWyATmU/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366065179438992786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QfinfoljWZLHrnCiPNLr2QygQvdA9YuyHJRnL15moY09GsVFb5AeBzYNTC2FGquO2tJbiAgb0qzPVcNEs2dVY43VjZiRRiO6u4lXy7TGVI74BVIFZaqWWbGaSDCkwT-vrmrmHWyATmU/s320/DSC02661.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;">It was a good fourty-five minutes after which the rain had mellowed down to a drivable downpour. And the last twenty kilometers tookover an hour by the car. There was a particularly scary moment in the drive, when I saw from the backseat nothing but dark infinity in the pale cone of light comingout from our singular headlight. The trees were gone, the road was gone, lost in the anonymity of darkness, and the weak beam of light revealed nothing but sheets of water and twirling vapours of fog. It was as if we had reached the edge of the world and was about to fall down in the sea of nothingness lying beyond. It was night by the time we reached Kasargod. Cold and rain-drenched, we had a sumptous meal and fell down and slept like dead soldiers.</span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-68076606017322554832009-08-04T16:33:00.003+05:302009-08-05T15:13:23.816+05:30Day -2 : Phase -1 : Kasaragod :<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2YzyR3kLRmEeovnEUkYlKKGaE_OaRy6bIq0PFyjncjxWR5eAwDOJ3HGDvFks5VNv-AOpeevkaVotr2UME8QDZjHqXT-I-wuL4PXv8d-uFekzEfyhM-cZI6n9o7VE71sxZNghZOqS-uY/s1600-h/DSC02803.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366063653415846946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2YzyR3kLRmEeovnEUkYlKKGaE_OaRy6bIq0PFyjncjxWR5eAwDOJ3HGDvFks5VNv-AOpeevkaVotr2UME8QDZjHqXT-I-wuL4PXv8d-uFekzEfyhM-cZI6n9o7VE71sxZNghZOqS-uY/s320/DSC02803.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;">It was daylight in the town and still cloudy. The rain had stopped pelting though. It was more of a gentle drizzle now. The town was a little hard to comprehend for absolute city-folks. It was a town that cannot change, it was a town that has its own way of life, it was almost eight thirty and the streets were stll not fully awake, and peoplewere slowly opening the shutters with sleepy red eyes. The town is trapped within the Ghats and its rains and its clouds. The streets were heavy with vapour, and thick smoke coming out from the stoves of the tea-stalls by the dank and mushy strech of broken asphalt. The very odour of the town will drive you into a slow, satisfied, zombie-walk in that air, filled with moisture of the clouds and reeking dense foliages. While it is undoubtedly true that our appearances and gait must have screamed "total strangers" but it was a wonderful feeling to be lost amidst that incredulous collection of humanity. It was almost just the place I wanted to be in.</span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-49362406288897150212009-08-04T16:20:00.004+05:302009-08-05T15:09:33.500+05:30Day -2 : Phase - 2 : The Countryside :<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEI6MxnWkfQbt9NMxUF_ztpGiGnCMUIHT8xkvvwMzjbZ1W1nyCiLeSMBeJJ2VbuA-v_5DcwoYkwsyvHL2HqxBmbiyEqSzsLw1WiYkBdi2rm6bcmpNXzYZRiEJwFlMCz3GjI9Z2PX7QokI/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366411502092629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEI6MxnWkfQbt9NMxUF_ztpGiGnCMUIHT8xkvvwMzjbZ1W1nyCiLeSMBeJJ2VbuA-v_5DcwoYkwsyvHL2HqxBmbiyEqSzsLw1WiYkBdi2rm6bcmpNXzYZRiEJwFlMCz3GjI9Z2PX7QokI/s320/DSC02822.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IecM3cVczWuXEmHyX0vGHoEsx4b-WpyTt9DkDHfhEElNMNLog9SKhq-LphR3n5QP-_KGv9iEH6Ll94Xs2IE7goUxVqrTsIGh7MUfsFp7Hgtf6w4tLUej5bgJKq-W9U2SS_qyd3QN94k/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366062352185055346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IecM3cVczWuXEmHyX0vGHoEsx4b-WpyTt9DkDHfhEElNMNLog9SKhq-LphR3n5QP-_KGv9iEH6Ll94Xs2IE7goUxVqrTsIGh7MUfsFp7Hgtf6w4tLUej5bgJKq-W9U2SS_qyd3QN94k/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cx1d7SictEJMKVDZAnM7mnvomVknv_mkdzOCaRMRyY_IhtJXKk0xoAE4hDSQ6Ecln_0lomBrSmGRiHSWzWDQsrIeRElaDlfx7CmXdkbPpbFPNsjvJvsHCfWY3o1FAGeZjoUkcV2DGBc/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366062366125628914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cx1d7SictEJMKVDZAnM7mnvomVknv_mkdzOCaRMRyY_IhtJXKk0xoAE4hDSQ6Ecln_0lomBrSmGRiHSWzWDQsrIeRElaDlfx7CmXdkbPpbFPNsjvJvsHCfWY3o1FAGeZjoUkcV2DGBc/s320/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPlZ3pEkwzfemvBd5weIh4e4XKQEDimbIf_R2aS-Wze-A-ob6At3Pz3rALZ93dh0empAzHGLdR6-2MhDtYsWYqwpgGpd5Xhn2TMwRz9GWcWEDkWxm7rF39U9uvL1V1Vjmxd8CcI-Bwdw/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"></a><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;">The interiors had, other than the perpetual sheild of vegetations and coconut groves dripping wet in the moist air at the left and almost a continuous strech of rolling sea water on dark sands at the right, couple of old forts moderately tarnished by generations of green ferns. The two forts appeared almost replicas of each other in my eye, with a slight difference in size and the larger fort that was right at the edge of a rock-wall overlooking a good hundred feet fall almost directly into the sea, had a pair of tall elevations that must have been used as watch-towers staring right at the restless sea.There was also this sufficiently large stretch of much quieter and darker backwaters that lined the southern part of the district that flows around a collection of closely packed islets thrown carelessly like large green bubbles on the surface of the water. It was then when we had this urge to find a place where they serve oysters.Ultimately we found that the resort ( whose name was also 'Oyster' incidentally ) needs to be reserved and pre-booked. We had to comprmise finally with some snaps of sea-shells littered all over the place.</span></div></div></div></div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-14438811033637863342009-08-04T16:06:00.004+05:302009-08-04T18:22:32.167+05:30Day -2 : End of the line:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUhRW0tms9bdIM24VEDIhngGvjWSxFJiWEK2yXcxPJjt_vbpRWBgPN0cbMo3k-V8Pj09_tTbiIL6SdH-y9aWDMvOlA14bcoj9gQTI4UCq-9xf126TAEf0c67jNlN2ThelelHzyiWip4Q/s1600-h/DSC02961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366058662267581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWUhRW0tms9bdIM24VEDIhngGvjWSxFJiWEK2yXcxPJjt_vbpRWBgPN0cbMo3k-V8Pj09_tTbiIL6SdH-y9aWDMvOlA14bcoj9gQTI4UCq-9xf126TAEf0c67jNlN2ThelelHzyiWip4Q/s320/DSC02961.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;">The trip ended there. Essentially after the last of sea-shell snaps. Everybody knew it, and were making merry the way they should after a wonderful two day break, for old time's sake. The return jouney was scarier. As it was dark, and the new route had a good fifty kilometers more to drive, and our driver was a stepcloser to insanity by that time. It was also by that time it was evident that there was something funny going on with the mechanics of the car. Visibilty was low and cars fromoppsite direction appeared dangerously close behind the blinding glare of the headlights in thick fog. We grabbed on to our jackets against the sharp air. It was time for meto get slouch back and turn the music on. It was close to dawn when the first gleam of city lights appeared at the horizon.</span></div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-20937993739155040442009-06-19T18:43:00.004+05:302009-06-19T19:03:38.940+05:30<span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some people among us might have this liking to know from before when somebody they love might cease to be with them, others prefer the sudden alacrity of the situation. While some of us prefer preparing for the end of the finite thing called life, bracing to see that person whom they love whither away to dust,I realized that I am among the other section of the community. I am not a prophet set to set an example by seeing the 'end of it'. I don't want to go through the process of seeing the beginning of the end. Life, as it is, you will always find yourself in situations you don't want to be in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is'nt it amazing how an apparent effort of orderliness has always been the precursor of misery! A friend oncetold, "there is no such thing called 'a good time', it's the transition between the bad times" It is the only sentence I have come across in last few months that I really think is true. To be honest, after probably two years, I was once again making few cheerful agendas for the upcoming festive seasons, the way an average Bengali staying away from home would make. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have always recognized the alarming difference between the plans we think and the things we do,nonetheless, I like the idea of planning, it helps to ignore one straight twenty seven hours shift in the office.A dearest friend is getting married, willing to attend that as well. But life has always obtained an almost perverse pleasure out of coaxing jokes on the ridiculously weaker ones - we humans - picking up moments in life like a filthy one-winged blind sparrrow picking at grains in a haystack.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes even if you don't really understand someone, despite the very suppressed indifference, you might want to adore and respect that person. That person who can best</span></span> <span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">be described by Bob Dylan's 'Like a Rolling Stone'</span> .<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#339999;">Sometimes you just don't need sympathy. It doesn't help. Everybody knows it, but nobody understands it till they face it.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></span>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-52813848194880835682009-06-17T17:47:00.016+05:302009-06-17T18:22:45.871+05:30Obladiblada 'Brudder'..!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-47KElueHzNHPC4quz8uoNsIcuyQp7aRU401kNGZ9WMIf1fv5EscjMdSieQHOjJUsOl4gkh8qAaFaFWIpYYup6FXghMGjxQl2oHYW-Kqk7WaV_0zZ0aPpX1XYCKOEjFFiAhjqMCrLb9E/s1600-h/ATT6816110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348271086644984674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-47KElueHzNHPC4quz8uoNsIcuyQp7aRU401kNGZ9WMIf1fv5EscjMdSieQHOjJUsOl4gkh8qAaFaFWIpYYup6FXghMGjxQl2oHYW-Kqk7WaV_0zZ0aPpX1XYCKOEjFFiAhjqMCrLb9E/s320/ATT6816110.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjR7exW4AGD_YtULzI715pw46q3viQeZVfDroP6kaKIXs_YdHC7p-ppmEmnpRdrLbbKKbE9GlHThu9OaZOlOjy6zkc8kNB_N4zbIFkYVX9cZes2eWutiEgTogkHUwjVynhDH6056eGdkE/s1600-h/ATT6816109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270856788198978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjR7exW4AGD_YtULzI715pw46q3viQeZVfDroP6kaKIXs_YdHC7p-ppmEmnpRdrLbbKKbE9GlHThu9OaZOlOjy6zkc8kNB_N4zbIFkYVX9cZes2eWutiEgTogkHUwjVynhDH6056eGdkE/s320/ATT6816109.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCh6Cfau1dVkY6RMEDdV6o9CceB_xqyn6cPsv8tjUee-VXPY6pHgEyRy6T32BxR65IC3naDG5lwQUuX_B3gIUwtFWpg_N2a7s0PAJM7SnrOa1AoD5_ElXJdF7c60uVdRXKXjRBjGvVSfk/s1600-h/ATT6816108.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270852578244962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCh6Cfau1dVkY6RMEDdV6o9CceB_xqyn6cPsv8tjUee-VXPY6pHgEyRy6T32BxR65IC3naDG5lwQUuX_B3gIUwtFWpg_N2a7s0PAJM7SnrOa1AoD5_ElXJdF7c60uVdRXKXjRBjGvVSfk/s320/ATT6816108.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1KQsj4FssbGcOq2XLzqO4v6OmhxFlUWDuynqMm-um4a22NQwu-28cpLN5LLuawS7Cap419SzH10YoS7A-1sGw_HcCKrD_iszGcukE7fNsxdwXlzQJKAqG45WqVBnoAch9dv87BSbyEE/s1600-h/ATT6816107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270849805004866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1KQsj4FssbGcOq2XLzqO4v6OmhxFlUWDuynqMm-um4a22NQwu-28cpLN5LLuawS7Cap419SzH10YoS7A-1sGw_HcCKrD_iszGcukE7fNsxdwXlzQJKAqG45WqVBnoAch9dv87BSbyEE/s320/ATT6816107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpvmEffvOKycpgTXMaqF-ibfcGFdYgc0mXygUXilojWQ047fcSnCjorndxXI95eCggUaJHMZK0FmieE-cATE8RqJT6Ob1cJqBpY1DfKpp6xlAKnp3wRE_lQEu2spjhD2Ft2GNp04EIzA/s1600-h/ATT6816106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348270844231570050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpvmEffvOKycpgTXMaqF-ibfcGFdYgc0mXygUXilojWQ047fcSnCjorndxXI95eCggUaJHMZK0FmieE-cATE8RqJT6Ob1cJqBpY1DfKpp6xlAKnp3wRE_lQEu2spjhD2Ft2GNp04EIzA/s320/ATT6816106.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkhbS-XhwisT-1sxAPFGfJ4oC7NiQ63O3TMQHFUC4om2kAS-U4AXW4NlIJYZeAnuo3pR0g9DVhB54pHv_zKkTtnNtUBJE01LG_fT8WXnelSbZdT2aAPuCGTi2qLYWu6bLe_fCSfaRbYg/s1600-h/ATT6816105.jpg"></a><div></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Oh Me......!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-50322022887434114282009-04-06T22:55:00.001+05:302009-04-06T22:56:29.882+05:30Don't you ever do this...??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAOqYht9smnCsMoFe-F90QGfcAsmoa7FwFPn0fYTYE_R5VJR0FPeK9S57xHbm7RhtL6tzGufM2aJ59lXaPeO0aLpvrYcT8sBPjJjMamaVjzR0LwF_0JtpN8o7BbZ68tMDNflq7vIUbr0/s1600-h/remote.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321631048484753618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAOqYht9smnCsMoFe-F90QGfcAsmoa7FwFPn0fYTYE_R5VJR0FPeK9S57xHbm7RhtL6tzGufM2aJ59lXaPeO0aLpvrYcT8sBPjJjMamaVjzR0LwF_0JtpN8o7BbZ68tMDNflq7vIUbr0/s400/remote.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-79903289088706018482009-03-25T17:18:00.006+05:302009-03-25T17:37:19.903+05:30Being primitive.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYaBdXFW8cW2_NZIUg0SUG8TE3QNV07sE3O72INDSZx33T18lPysusjXYoI9sBVBpe30YRF68XQJkR6eVnkTavidWK2ESy2rGeRm1NXsa6cjnFUjNfMm8tGGss0_rXsR0pQAsxQPUmJU/s1600-h/cncxj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317093293584002354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYaBdXFW8cW2_NZIUg0SUG8TE3QNV07sE3O72INDSZx33T18lPysusjXYoI9sBVBpe30YRF68XQJkR6eVnkTavidWK2ESy2rGeRm1NXsa6cjnFUjNfMm8tGGss0_rXsR0pQAsxQPUmJU/s400/cncxj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">I went through this stunningly writen post of a certain </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">'</span><a href="http://luscioussealedlips.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversations-to-contraceptives.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Luscious Sealed Lips</span></strong></a><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">' </span>about certain wonderous moments, fears and expectations of being a woman. Man, it was intense.It had some intense alien force associated with it. Brilliantly narrated but somehow, it was one of those posts where I had nothing to comment. It is one of the best - written posts I have come across in few days, considering the subject of the post itself. It might infuse an extra bit of a certain wary - fearful respect for womankind. However, that's the end of it. This post is not for me to comment.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">It did make me think, if ever that is possible, what would be, or could be, a conversation between two guys. You know, a certain, so-called, 'Man - to - Man' moment. I wanted to be perfectly hypothetical with my brains bulging out from my skull. It is surprising I could'nt arrive at a single, coherent, albeit hypothetical conclusion. There could have been n-number of conversations to describe MANkind. And it need not be that long as well.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>A</strong> : "Can you lend me some money? I have this 'thing' to take care. I'll pay you back next month."</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>B</strong> : "What's this 'thing' ?"</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>A</strong> : "Later dude, look, my account number is XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX. I-connect it today."</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>B</strong> : "Cool."</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Okay, that was the majority.</span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-33269360723246460502009-03-23T21:49:00.003+05:302009-03-23T21:53:00.944+05:30Let us go back to God.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAA_cJwmVUp-XumAfumR2_HLtkUTtYLL6ktuhjbZHLifhO6zwVLJKB6Sd6LNPZGopkPsXuLS1LAfF32EEp7JhJ4k46MpYg8utSvrM_aHHMz2zlJMiOVwg7Vj6sPtE6cfYtkVqQ0rgFf0/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418684631391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAA_cJwmVUp-XumAfumR2_HLtkUTtYLL6ktuhjbZHLifhO6zwVLJKB6Sd6LNPZGopkPsXuLS1LAfF32EEp7JhJ4k46MpYg8utSvrM_aHHMz2zlJMiOVwg7Vj6sPtE6cfYtkVqQ0rgFf0/s400/SafeRedirect.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-86105098890753571972009-03-17T18:21:00.006+05:302009-03-17T18:29:30.860+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ROkVFPPj4sNxS1JEGi3Oh6xS7q3bSY33OeklqmeZoq2X7JbbCqVEzqG-o_vNFl-c5Iyafxc5XdCdOIkfA3VHDit-7SHusWFMBDJ-I8X6S93S3VoNdzXKDOUi4Rx0HzqPc1i7TM7fRdQ/s1600-h/Led-Zeppelin-Desert_215.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314139860070323154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ROkVFPPj4sNxS1JEGi3Oh6xS7q3bSY33OeklqmeZoq2X7JbbCqVEzqG-o_vNFl-c5Iyafxc5XdCdOIkfA3VHDit-7SHusWFMBDJ-I8X6S93S3VoNdzXKDOUi4Rx0HzqPc1i7TM7fRdQ/s320/Led-Zeppelin-Desert_215.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCVemlJd-P4q992D6_ZE2Der80CEKrVCNhJFcGoagTdsBKOrffqZraGJlSUM_LQ_wRquwMPQjZlQ-C-HNAaukjTMY4mbSME5xfM92w1ej4rdBkGmqqLUS6P-27PIzTdQ3CaGxNfEkoS4/s1600-h/vlcsnap-50658.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314139659709835138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCVemlJd-P4q992D6_ZE2Der80CEKrVCNhJFcGoagTdsBKOrffqZraGJlSUM_LQ_wRquwMPQjZlQ-C-HNAaukjTMY4mbSME5xfM92w1ej4rdBkGmqqLUS6P-27PIzTdQ3CaGxNfEkoS4/s320/vlcsnap-50658.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeV6uZoyS8HTYugy2u_vzOUvT93CrYuisDfU7vy4FP7WAK4Vtzsege-zBeLxGmIrFiUQZoWaLwjQJRDsubdM9PIZasd17I8ZF5JB_GvbnpCs8vmE94LgL3LhBg4HwOTsngvG-WRDpAdvU/s1600-h/vlcsnap-50658+(3).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314139422220323026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeV6uZoyS8HTYugy2u_vzOUvT93CrYuisDfU7vy4FP7WAK4Vtzsege-zBeLxGmIrFiUQZoWaLwjQJRDsubdM9PIZasd17I8ZF5JB_GvbnpCs8vmE94LgL3LhBg4HwOTsngvG-WRDpAdvU/s320/vlcsnap-50658+(3).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">It is not homosexual to truely admire a male for a quality he has and we lack. There would'nt have been this many male leaders and preachers if that was the case - that being said after ruefully accepting the fact that most of our male preachers - spirituals especially, do tend to go easy on their clothing - but thats a completely irrelevant, blasphemous, almost fatal consideration which frankly I would not like to, well, consider.</span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">However, it is true that it is not less than a miracle how someone can mesmerize you into this beautiful stupor, that can force you to voluntarily be in that pitiful state - a smokey room in a smokey afternoon. Another day's work gone,the empty house smirks at you with its usual gloomy scum. Sometimes, you wonder if silence can speak after all, as noises created by you start sounding different. Well, if you can't use your voice to speak, you can always listen to somebody's voice. And you have the means to make it sound better.</span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">And there it was, standing tall in the seventeen inch laptop window, mesmerizing me a zillionth time, these equally stupified humans who befriended that glorious era of music.<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Those were the times when probably the Yankees used to look up at the sky for a Russian A- Bomb. </span></strong></div></div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-71431597230215592442009-02-20T14:16:00.003+05:302009-02-20T14:21:27.862+05:30Weired timings....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">picture yourself in a bamboo - shoot boat,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">with tambourine plays in your ear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">slip out of your mind and slip out of the boat,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">a great white shark wails at your rear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">picture yourself by a great white bad shark,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">with tambourine plays in your ear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">the shark had had bunny, pain in the tummy,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">you pat and say "hey mate don't fear".</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">picture yourself by the city medic store,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">with tambourine plays in your ear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">the great white shark cries, "I shouldnt have those fries",</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">the doctor says "hold on oh dear!!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">picture yourself with a healthy white shark,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">with tambourine plays in your ear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">"let's eat you my friend", the shark wags its end,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">You say "join me, my home is near" .</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">picture yourself by the shiny new forks,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">with tambourine plays in your ear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">"how do we start??", says the big white shark,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;">"with seafish" you shout - thats when the shark knew whats fear!!!</span>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-32666040966072117362009-02-09T15:22:00.003+05:302009-02-09T15:27:15.946+05:30Somewhere....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Hd7US23UoRLlOXhYV1hKjlnLSHcK2OuwI3WPjMeqrZjaEWu3o9jcMfqvRzopAxX0Ss4y0t0isMu7Fkm6WbEQOp5pY1FUgfECH8bH9RSAqeTal1oClTVdgrTgWrWiFucBCmJSJT_4p9A/s1600-h/gjj.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300733694618980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Hd7US23UoRLlOXhYV1hKjlnLSHcK2OuwI3WPjMeqrZjaEWu3o9jcMfqvRzopAxX0Ss4y0t0isMu7Fkm6WbEQOp5pY1FUgfECH8bH9RSAqeTal1oClTVdgrTgWrWiFucBCmJSJT_4p9A/s320/gjj.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>" I will be there......yeah!!!"</em></strong></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaip-ewU94Jex-NPZq6YEU3jq0htygtsY6T2mhgQc3xsaxlBf1TOoXHcv-O1Lrko0t42mJgsae_aZ_pqTtuPy_ooZYPBAOcPK1F_ZMPhIGlA8fouJ7On5HgYVVXVR4NAIlUtrCxTQERx4/s1600-h/2009tour.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300733544568646290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaip-ewU94Jex-NPZq6YEU3jq0htygtsY6T2mhgQc3xsaxlBf1TOoXHcv-O1Lrko0t42mJgsae_aZ_pqTtuPy_ooZYPBAOcPK1F_ZMPhIGlA8fouJ7On5HgYVVXVR4NAIlUtrCxTQERx4/s320/2009tour.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> Feb 15th.....6 more days..!!!!</span><br /><br /></span><div></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-26881028852288429982009-02-06T19:22:00.001+05:302009-02-06T19:25:12.961+05:30<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">And then there was light!!! It was almost surreal to see the birth of light in a dark dank world.....a galaxy in which there are no stars............the pefect absolute dark void, reasonably pleasant slightly lonely, infact very lonely, but somewhat satisfied comfort of anonymity.....several things in mind, but somehow even forcibly trying to forget them for just a couple of hours, willing to believe self - pittance might not be the easiest way, and willing to ponder on those more difficult ways, the improbable ways,ludicrously impossible life from the present life, numerous 'what ifs', few pangs and more smirks, all so clear in the black world in front of the eye, the kind of darkness which only a stupid astronaut having lost his way in the un-lit side of the earth would have felt.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">It is ironic I dont remember which stanza of 'light my fire' it was, but I saw an almost transluscent patch of white light in front of me, it was almost ethereal, I realized it was coming from the ceiling, I was amazed at the impossibility of the situation, it was mystic, it was funny, this race with sanity and trance, untill sanity won as I realized with a jarring ringtone that it was my ringing cell phone's light reflected from the ceiling<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong><em>"......c'mon baby light my fire.....!!!"</em></strong></span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-15014665702554980002009-02-02T01:41:00.007+05:302009-02-02T04:03:36.619+05:30An air of Tranquility<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaVYCl3tq2t0YDtTlraqZjOSM7n2YRUEahCjJ_vtoHr7LoyL1_AdZixiXolOuaUAjSbWWmO5y95vmklPbje1Nh7YeFIJdSRUuZU6YR2AdnAdR_su0OpM6C2U9m6TxCsRKv9QGV5CWywI/s1600-h/02022009572.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297960130448971442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgaVYCl3tq2t0YDtTlraqZjOSM7n2YRUEahCjJ_vtoHr7LoyL1_AdZixiXolOuaUAjSbWWmO5y95vmklPbje1Nh7YeFIJdSRUuZU6YR2AdnAdR_su0OpM6C2U9m6TxCsRKv9QGV5CWywI/s400/02022009572.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">The only thing that I remember clearly from last night is making of the perfect ideal airlines of the world with lowest possible "on - air" crew. I admit things have changed over last eighteen months.......and I certainly do travel a lot by plane rather than my college days where I used the train.To be honest, I had never travelled in a plane untill last eighteen months......not that I have found a secret gold mine, but yes I do travell in air.......mostly in credits. So, any ways, in college, I preferred the more mundane means of travel, mostly without ticket......which I believe is not possible on air!!So, yes, I guess things have changed.......that and an awful lot of downloaded episodes of "The Moment of truth"!!So framed, yet surprisingly catchy in a silly- wicked- perversely- satisfied kind of way!! I guess recent events do affectyour thoughts.<br />So we devised the ideal and most economical airlines. I would like to believe it is still hypothetical and I would appreciate if it remains that way for the rest of my life, but objectively speaking, it is not really hypothetical.I believe the cost of the airlines is because, other than the fact that it is actually on air, is because of its supposedly </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">highly trained air crew.....</span> <div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">"...please fasten your seatbelts.....inflatable seats.....please put on your mask before helping others.......we have smoke detectors installed in your toilets".......</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">I guess these lines are infact pretty expensive!!!So we figured,reduction of 'on - air' crew will most definitely reduce the air-fare....and there it was.....</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">'Air Tranquility'.....the new ideal, energy-saving, the most economic airlines......actually I thought of the name just now. I thought, with sufficient amount of automation, a meaningful lot of software programming and sometime, pure brute force, it is infact possible to have an air-craft in which all other person, except the pilot is tranquilized!!!There cannot be a more fitting name to the airlines! I mean just think about it, a plane with all passenjers tranquilized, doped,out cold for the duration of flight......all strapped in the airport during take-off.....kids esepecially, or bloody first-timerstrying to act non-commital machos, they again wake up at their destination, such would be the pre-progammed amout of tranquilizer that would be shoved up their bottoms when they swipe their encoded one time expendable boarding passes and take their seats during the take off. That means no chance of those straps getting unbuckled, so no stupid demo required,no conscious passenjers, so no coffee, tea or stupid one-fifty rupees stale sandwitches (personally verified fact), no need of maintaining any toilet other than the one small one for the pilot, just in case before an eventual crash, no oxygen masks because in an average day,if you are in need of an oxygen mask some thousand feet above the ground, chances are high that you will die in any case eventually,no reading lights, no special chairs with retractable seats, no light in the plane except the one in the cockpit and of-course the wings, in fact not a single thing except maybe, you know, just for safety, Jim Morisson in low volume. And no air hostesses!!! You save energy, you save man-power,you do less pollution,you reduce if not eliminate totally the threat of highjacking ( I am not disallowing the possibility of the pilot being the high-jacker or even smugglin' one....we can put another few cops at the security) you save oxygen, you save the Earth.....!!!!!<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">Can you imagine? I actually agreed to donate seven rupees a day for a Green House shit!!??</span></p></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566348262478082089.post-26027661552350920732009-01-07T16:49:00.003+05:302009-01-07T16:55:55.581+05:30How True.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;">Incidentally my "Today's Fortune" in my orkut profile goes like this today :</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>"Education is the best provision for the journey to the old age"</strong></span></div>Santanu.......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235742041365590961noreply@blogger.com0