hiccup blues

AVATAR BEAN!!!

2010-02-18T12:18:00.002+05:30

And Forever......

2009-12-13T00:09:00.005+05:30

Mailman, Bring Me No More Blues..

Man vs. Crustaceans

2009-11-17T11:53:00.002+05:30

Something I found in some folder in my laptop, of some time when we were at war with the Great Crustacean Army.

a city and a saturday....

2009-11-08T03:05:00.003+05:30

Evolutionary Hiccups!!

2009-10-15T01:04:00.008+05:30

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.

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!

I guess people have finally noticed what I had couple of years ago......

Suite yourself >>here<<

Tarantino!!!!

2009-10-05T20:25:00.001+05:30

Attaboy, he did it again!!!!

August Rush

2009-08-09T18:18:00.003+05:30

Life is even more monotonous after a woderful break.

Its August again. Don't know what to do.

I think I'll finish off the book this time, a major part of it consists of ill-effects of de-forestation!!

Lets say it is indeed stupid to chop down the thing that gives food, liquor and intoxication to human beings.

Day -1 :Phase -1 : Hitting the road:

2009-08-04T17:40:00.003+05:30

Hitting 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.

Day - 1 :Phase-2 : Raging waters:

2009-08-04T17:11:00.003+05:30

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.

Day -1 : Phase-3 : Crystal Ship:

2009-08-04T16:44:00.005+05:30

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.

Day -1 : Phase -4 : Kasaragod :

2009-08-04T16:39:00.002+05:30

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.

Day -2 : Phase -1 : Kasaragod :

2009-08-04T16:33:00.003+05:30

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.

Day -2 : Phase - 2 : The Countryside :

2009-08-04T16:20:00.004+05:30

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.

Day -2 : End of the line:

2009-08-04T16:06:00.004+05:30

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.

2009-06-19T18:43:00.004+05:30

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.

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.

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.

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 be described by Bob Dylan's 'Like a Rolling Stone' .

Sometimes you just don't need sympathy. It doesn't help. Everybody knows it, but nobody understands it till they face it.

Obladiblada 'Brudder'..!!!

2009-06-17T17:47:00.016+05:30

Oh Me......!!!

Don't you ever do this...??

2009-04-06T22:55:00.001+05:30

Being primitive.

2009-03-25T17:18:00.006+05:30

I went through this stunningly writen post of a certain 'Luscious Sealed Lips' 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.

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.

A : "Can you lend me some money? I have this 'thing' to take care. I'll pay you back next month."
B : "What's this 'thing' ?"
A : "Later dude, look, my account number is XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX. I-connect it today."
B : "Cool."

Okay, that was the majority.

Let us go back to God.....

2009-03-23T21:49:00.003+05:30

2009-03-17T18:21:00.006+05:30

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.

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.

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.

Those were the times when probably the Yankees used to look up at the sky for a Russian A- Bomb.

Weired timings....

2009-02-20T14:16:00.003+05:30

picture yourself in a bamboo - shoot boat,
with tambourine plays in your ear.
slip out of your mind and slip out of the boat,
a great white shark wails at your rear.
picture yourself by a great white bad shark,
with tambourine plays in your ear.
the shark had had bunny, pain in the tummy,
you pat and say "hey mate don't fear".
picture yourself by the city medic store,
with tambourine plays in your ear.
the great white shark cries, "I shouldnt have those fries",
the doctor says "hold on oh dear!!"
picture yourself with a healthy white shark,
with tambourine plays in your ear.
"let's eat you my friend", the shark wags its end,
You say "join me, my home is near" .
picture yourself by the shiny new forks,
with tambourine plays in your ear.
"how do we start??", says the big white shark,
"with seafish" you shout - thats when the shark knew whats fear!!!

Somewhere....

2009-02-09T15:22:00.003+05:30

" I will be there......yeah!!!"

Feb 15th.....6 more days..!!!!

2009-02-06T19:22:00.001+05:30

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.
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

"......c'mon baby light my fire.....!!!"

An air of Tranquility

2009-02-02T01:41:00.007+05:30

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.
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 highly trained air crew.....

"...please fasten your seatbelts.....inflatable seats.....please put on your mask before helping others.......we have smoke detectors installed in your toilets".......

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.....

'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.....!!!!!

Can you imagine? I actually agreed to donate seven rupees a day for a Green House shit!!??

How True.....

2009-01-07T16:49:00.003+05:30

Incidentally my "Today's Fortune" in my orkut profile goes like this today :

"Education is the best provision for the journey to the old age"

2009-01-03T17:48:00.007+05:30

Here I am......again...well its the middle of a pretty tricky state actually....trickybecause you never know whats in the store for you the next day....while couple of mid-nightsback I was mumbling the ten-millionth reason to feel vindicated at work.....the last few days have been quite fun.....to say the least.....in an old school sort of a way.
The trouble with these MNCs is their gandeur imposes a sense of falsified well-being thatmore often than not, tends to think on more financially-improbable-highly-palatable filmygrounds.....while there have been serious thoughts about a New Year in Bankok or Goa, all I could manage was a 150 KM ride to a shack of a place that I am sure would not incur the imagination of a single imaginative soul.....infact I am not sure how I fell into the decision of going there.....I believe it was mostly due to the omnipresent financial strikeout...anyways, this place has a few protrusion of powdery red lumps that people of this part of the country call a 'Hill'.....a stream of water flowing through the 'Hill'...few red faced sickly evil looking monkeys.....a large slimy dam,and a larger water body as a by product of the large slimy dam.....and an island with 2nd Century rockfaces of Budhdha....I am frankly more than bemused at the sadludicrity of the combination.....and incidentally we chose to 'scale the hill'....mainlybecause everything else was closed at that point in the morning.....till that point I was not sure if at all there is a waterfall sustainable by this 'Hill'....."snanum kadu"....an old fool withbones coming out from every part of his body said..I presumed that means "no bathing"....and got surprised and re-assured and went ahead
I trust a simple law of mountainering, I always judge the height of a land by the amountof trash littered over it....the more trash it carries,the less is the height of the land...and the trash this land carried was certainly not the maximum but ofcourse dangerously close to it.....but we did have our moments within the prickly wilds
and the rugged rocks and the close proximity of the waterfall....."snanum kadu".....so no fooling around in water.
There wasnt much descriptive about the dam....infact I always think, once you get over thesheer size of it, there is hardly anything more non-descriptive than an old dam.....but the water body was huge and it was a pretty 45 minutes steam launch ride to the island....in an old movie, the rugged cliffs of the island could have been passed
on as some secret nook in Greece, albeit at a significantly lesser height.......but of course on a closer glimpse there will be no second thoughts about the utter realization of its origin.

I do not know what Budhdha did here......or for that matter any of his cool disciples in this part of the country......but I saw some statues that I remember
seeing them in my junior school history books. Honestly it was almost surreal......as I always had this vision that these sculptures are either stolen or
locked up in a glass chamber with multiple key combinations. I do not regret of not having pursued a major in history.....and I could not manage anything
more than few appreciative nods and shrugs.....but it was nice by all means.....Oh I almost forgot,the island was where one of my friend was mercifully relieved of an excruciating unruly bowel malfunctionI guess Budhdha had a good sense of humor.
So that was my new year....On a strictly tourism scale, this trip would not even pass a meagre one, but I guess it did a good job!

Pursuit of happieness........

2008-11-27T10:16:00.005+05:30

Today i am especially happy!! no this time its not the vent of a cynical mind.....no deep sarcasm involved that will ultimately be lost unappreciated....maybe because there isnt any.....this time i am 'RRREEEEAAAALLYY' happy. And do you know why ? 'cuz I had a very good day at office! Oh My God... am i making it blasphemously unholy by making one of those wannabe Bill Gates blog.......not that bad....its just that today....probably for the first time in my tiringly young time as a professional....I have ruined a full team's case so badly that it is surprisingly funny......not my team of course, but a different team.......one of those who always seem to steal credit out of you by not being there....it was so funny to visualize those faded bald buggers writhe in agony and with pre-historic wrath mumble my name after "son-of-a..."....and it was so satisfying that it was because of one mail that was sent by you know who...? ME!!

And conveniently for the first time when the big guns point at us, I could point the muzzle at them and buy the credit with the brilliantly co-ordinated the talent of pointing out other people's misfortune....!!

Trust me, laughing at other's trouble is way too much satisfying!!

This afternoon's track : Jim Morrison - The End

"Droonaaa...."

2008-11-03T20:19:00.001+05:30

This post of mine is essentially a brain child of an idea introduced by a gaint of a guy called Shery (I never managed to pronounce it properly.....phoenetically speaking...and so the ludicrous spelling) who happenedto visit us a few days back. We have a thing going on among ourselves....you know like the 'Wassup' thing......albeit not so media-freaky....we call it the 'Drona Effect',we have 'The Drona moment'.....the 'Drona look'.....and now it has urged me to consider several other possibilities of the 'Drona Smile'....the 'Drona Cult'...or maybe even the 'Drona libido'.....but lets leave them for posterity and deal with what we have on the platter at present....

First it was Rajnikanth and now it is Drona...trust me they are 'happening'.....I mean finally somebody has considered the absolute truth behind the telltale tales of men being from Mars. Yes, they can do all of them....they can fly without wings....to and from a speeding train...between compartments....they strech their arms and derive life power voraciously from a blistering sandstorm.....and when they are angry they seem to have way too much free time to make a daunting frown and then hitting upon the evil and being hit upon....And the best part is......in the process of absolution from felony, they don't even have to wear fancy slacks and underwears and cool sunglasses to conceal theit identity....the fact is.....a little bit of publicity can never harm you....and the hottest chick will anyway fall for you.....even if you are perpetually unshaven bu hey.what do I know......women are from Venus and thats the 'in' thing nowadays...

Peter Parker believed, much to his disdain, "with great power comes great responsibilities"....well.....time has changed and besides the "great responsibilities", there comes a greater urge to influence lives of others around you....not only in a superheroic scale, but also in a more mundane day to day scale......I mean leave aside Drona.....look what the great lady did to the industrial upstarts in Bengal.....or how the musings ofan air force officer named Murphy swayed the lives of zillions all around the world.....even Woody Allen became a Hollywood star!

So even Drona is affecting our lives, if not in a global or national magnitude, but the first signs are clearly visible.....The other day I saw three guys riding the same bike without helmets on the wrong side of the road approaching a cop for directions...thats undoubtedlythe Drona effect...you could almost hear at the background the rumbling hymn of "Drooonaaa...!!" at the rather unconventional bravado of these gentlemen,and the look they gave when the cop pulled them over to the curb....thats the 'Drona look'Last night we were returning from yet another gaudy shopping complex, through a rather narrow and seedy alley when a three-legged dog happened to hop out from nowhere and my friend gave a concoted display of swearing,jumping and running all within a singular muscular movement which can again betraced back to agility shown by Drona and its eventual fallout thereafter....Likewise, the guy who decided to play Russian Roulette with a semi-automatic,the way I play any racing game,the one in the car staring at the prettygirl in the car beside him and eventually climbing the road-divider and millions of other unsuspecting individuals can all be categorically classified under several sub-divisions of the Drona effect, and everytime that happens,be it behind my back, in front of me or in the form of people actually reading this text there will always be the same resonating buzz "Dronaa....!!"

2008-10-30T18:09:00.002+05:30

Today I am clinically 24 years old......
Nothing so great about this day except.....well I was born on this day....allegedly
"So how is the celebration?" One of my friend ask.....thanks to the blessed mobile communication........
Celebration indeed.............
Come back from work at 7 in the morning............
Somehow change and flop down onto the bed..........
Mom called........only to have a mingled conversation lasting couple of minutes.......
Getting dead for four hours only to awake more exhausted in a deserted house.......too exhausted to have lunch infact....
.More out of boredom rather than the love for the game watch an ongoing cricket series in the T.V.............
Several people called.......some I loved talking to.....some I did not......just a cursory "Thank you" that somehow I am supposed to say to all the people calling me on this day......some I would have loved talking to in my earlier days....but somehowout of some deep rooted......unknown misery I avoided pretending to be asleep......to be perfectly honest......I do not exactly know the reason for my dissapointment in them.....but I guess sometime you have to lower your expectations from others.......trust me that will make you happier than usual.....
I had talked with my T.L for a day off at office.......I played the emotional trump card of celebrating with friends on my birthday.....he said "we'll talk about it tommorrow...."

And now a half read novel beside my mattress....still an empty house.....not so well lit.....a slight bite in the air....just like....well.....October end.....

A confused playlist of Simon and Garfunkle's Sound of Silence , Tracy Chapman's Fast Car, The Carpenter's , Clapton's Tears in Heaven and Don McLean' American Pie..............

"Happy Birthday to me......."

2008-10-27T15:00:00.002+05:30

Well.....not being poetic or philosophical....I just found few more things to be cynical about......and indulge in the only luxury I can afford now!!

Darwin's Finches...

2008-10-02T11:54:00.004+05:30

(28 February 2000, Texas) A Houston man earned a succinct lesson in gun safety when he played Russian roulette with a .45-caliber semiautomatic pistol. Rashaad, nineteen, was visiting friends when he announced his intention to play the deadly game. He apparently did not realize that a semiautomatic pistol, unlike a revolver, automatically inserts a cartridge into the firing chamber when the gun is cocked. His chance of winning a round of Russian roulette was zero, as he quickly discovered.

Folks....this is really funny!!!

Click here to enjoymore unexplored side of the species called humans

Classifieds....

2008-09-21T22:53:00.002+05:30

2008-09-15T18:37:00.003+05:30

The thoughtful man..

In Some Folder.....

2008-09-11T19:19:00.003+05:30

Well this is the best and the most pathetic of all the posts I have come up with.....this is straight from the heart and extreme interior brains......you know from deep within it....not that my other posts were straight from my arse...or other rather disreputable portions of the body...!!!
People say that the most difficult exam to pass is this.......the toughest is that......I would say that the current situation I am in is a worst paper for a teacher to check.........well.....might be rather farfetcheda comparison....or completely a disastrous one.......all I can say is...."get used to it.....'coz you know what....I am not in my senses"

Anyways,it is a Saturday evening.....what....SATURDAY EVENING!!!???......well unfortunately yes even in a Saturday evening.....that too alone..I just happened to fancy myself in a more potentially reflective self which few will dare to compromise with......and dare to contradict with...you know.....to cope with 'things' in this daily life that we learn from the movies....and stuff like that!!....albeit definitely not from the dad drunk..mum scared.....lone child class.....the fact is "we are sophistricated."....okay......I am in a decent high from Led Zep to pre-'Morissonic' lair of some obscure high bass instrumentals with a tinge of red....or a glimmer of yellow or a pang of cold, a cold of water...a water of cold and stuff like that against each twang of the guitar or rumble of the base drum.....well let me tell you a philosophy that I believe......well.....I just forgot it.... Infact I would always recall forgetfullness being quite an unanimously acclaimed symptom....ok........so I get this phone call that my other roommates are heading home....

You know what the problem is when out of the other two guys......if one of them is familiar and the other one is an aquaintance.....you reallydont know how much the other guy...the acquaintance knows.....and you dont want to face the missile if he leaves for your "dastardly revolt against sanity" in our'holy lofty green-walled haven'.....it is a crisis....ok these go below the mattress.....the scissor under the pillow a bit of broom and the room appearscleaner than usual by my standards...however the things that are going in my mind....those and these swaggers are slowing me down....and I can'teven with a half-hearted righteousness dismiss the sensory fingerprints registered systematically throughout the room....ok crisis call-back to the guy who is familiar.....oh....No shit Sherlock!!.....deospray ( Adidas - TeamForce )!

They arrive thrilled to venture to our newly prepared rooms ( its a complicated story....basically it is an apartmentto which we are supposed to move in tommorrow).....my identity is still not undignified...so I have to actively partcipate in the inspection....ok couple of green walls....insteresting....I hear plans of buying an extra table....must be thrilling.....an extra shoerack....really!!....how many plug points in the room....bravo....I am ok with all that, why bother me?.....more plans....

I move from one room to the other....more head noddings and an extra-ordinary idea of putting energy saver lamps in the hall room....ok....and nowthe owner of the flat arrives with his surprising nature of over-enthusiasm mixed with a tinge of sadness.....I never seem to understand why he keepson telling words like "why because"....." the problem is"......"kiun boleto"...at the start or in the middle of every sentence.....mostly at the start.....a sufficientlyfat black man with a mouchstache....relax......its just a single person......not the whole of Andhra...though hard to differentiate...(no offence).....So why the woodwork took longer.......the carpenters went to the their native place in the middle of nowhere.....transportation problem of the electric fittings....and stuff like that....

Bloody Hell!!!

Ok so finally the flat owner goes.....and now we are supposed to watch a movie? Oh yes.....'Micky Blue Eyes'....

Isnt it amazing that when you dont have anything new to watch how you always end up watching Notting Hill or Micky Blue Eyes or Saving Private Ryan or Forrest Gump. I mean how many times do we have to spill orange juice on Julia Roberts shirt and get her 'spick and span' in few minutes..I always believe these movies do not actually produce love.....they produce the feeling of being loved.....and thats why we always watch them.....I bet Hugh Grant must be tired of beating the auction table way too many times....I wont comment on the Ryan Brothers as they are hardly alive...I mean let the old John Ryan spend the rest of his days in peace....and dude.......I really think its time to get some sense into stupid cripple and tell him 'stop Forrest stop'...........

You know what....come to think of it..Hugh Grant is pretty funny.....in a confused sort of way......as in he is always making me confused....as I always seem to extend my laughter after everybody has stoppedlaughing.....sometimes he even makes me laugh inwardly without any apparent change of facial expression.....

I am hungry!...And thirsty!!...very....
Oh....so my dinner is a combination of half boiled noodles and a pre-historic version of rice - something that our landowner had given on some weired occasion (he did..??!!)...??

Ok....so we are supposed to play board games now !!??
You want to know another philosophy......actually it is rather borrowed.....the philosophy is "nothing is free".........I guess its few more extensions of "No shit Sherlock"......!! If you are in a state providentially more elevated than the normal law abiding mortals crossing roads at the Zebra, buying tickets for a local train in Bengal, playing crossword from a local daily because there is nothing else to do and stuff like that...in such situations time rolls rather slow for you......and however hard you may try to restart the ecstacy of your languidly elevated soul.......its just few steps ahead....trust me wait is always a price for salvation.....you may and most prabably will loose your primes......!! Acceptance is the undefeated weapon against all the evils this world can ever think of producing.....I am in a state I can resist anything with it....Cluedo....Scotland Yard......The Game of life.....

So finally we are supposed to go to sleep......finally!!!......flash of yellow!!!....ok ( yippy )....it wasnt actually physically there....just... you know.....I am free...the only place and time a guy is entitled to a shadow of privacy......in a dark house at 2 in the morning....more craftwork......this time it is the bathroom.....so no need of deospray.....here we go.....bright lights.....musicfrom Adam's time......smile....languid..a bit of choke.......more reflections....restart.....it fun with the motors taking a break.

I am writting all these in a text file in some folder of my laptop.....

I will see if I can find it tommorrow....

Goldfingers....

2008-07-21T20:08:00.000+05:30

2008-07-14T18:26:00.001+05:30

Men are so great in breaking promises....its almost as if they derive a
perverse pleasure out of breaking what they have vowed......not only
to others but more often.....to themselves.....and boy, dont we all feel great
about it.......!!
I had promised I wont do something....the other evening I did it......I know I
wont take it as a habit........but it was fucking awesome......okay....I think I
am allowed to use the 'F' word in this post.......it was fan-fuckin-tastic!!!

Not that I intend to keep this post forever......I might delete it after a couple of days......for....you know...there is hardly a thing called "a guy's privacy"

It all started with a whiff.....as in movies and in several boyish desparados
that I had closely observed in my hostel.....but never really indulged into it....

Wether is was the exhaustion of a Saturday evening that had me......or the juvenille expectation
of opening the Pandora's Box.......I am not sure.....but I had never felt the lassitude
that covered me that evening.... the kind of lassitude you feel when all your work has been
completed......and you lie satisfied in bed and its raining outside.....and you can see the thunder
crackling into a magnanimous rainbow as it flashed through the colourful window panes......
the word 'relaxed' was never so clear in my mind......oh my mind.....people say in state of intoxication......
you loose control of your mind.......it was never more incorrect.....yes I remember I was actually pulling
my vision from one person to the other sitting beside me........and everything in the background hazed down in a grey
confusion......and only the object of my interest was outlined with a tinge of red........how convenient it would have been in
life if we could shove aside things we dislike and put our intent on things we like......well....it was not as if I was the complete
vegetable....as I remember attending yet another phonecall from the office,and I don't think I messed it up either.....
there were people around me laughing......I definitely remember the laughter.......and my ability to voluntarily ignore
them as I concentrated more upon the ramblings of the person next to me......yes I had the ability to filter my thoughts.....

and the music began to play.....................

I guess you need some accessories to be in a trance.......and music is definitely one of them.......each time the string
of a guitar was struck I could feel the vibrations running through my spine and registering into a burst of neurons sending
a wave of defaince.........reason......and ultimately elation to my brain......and I was pressed deep in the bed by the reverbating
bass which was almost tangible........it all happened.....and it was physical......and I can say I thought of some of the best lines
that evening.........I dont remember any of them.......but I know I did.......

I still recall the snippets of conversation that went that evening.........somebody was talking about the chemical structure of
something..............the sodium / potassium balance in human body.....political situation of the world
......vulgar old school stories......and the music.......
but I dont remember their sequence......as I never said a word........and I never wanted to register any of the monotone.......I was
mentally more powerful than my friends.......

One strange thing happened to me was when I suddenly felt my right leg was on fire......I did not know what happened but it felt
like I had stepped on a floor of red hot charcoal and somehow could not find a clear place to stand.....but I have this strange
ability not to complain about most of the things in life.....so I did not whine about it either.....it was only myself beside me......
and I had never felt so alone in my life.......and isolation had never made me this happy......and there was music

There is so much I want to say about the evening.....but the best and the most frustrating part is that I really don't remember
what to say.......I definitely did not passout that night.......and I know I had moments of brilliant thoughts that night......
but what the hell........all I can manage is a blank gaping voide whenever I try penning them down............
I know there are so many colours in the pallette.......I know I can make a beautiful potrait........te canvas is right in front of
me........but somehow I am confused what colour to use........trust me ....it is a wonderful feeling....I am almost looking
over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of it.......but is has managed to elude me for two days!!

I am still not sure why I actually indulged into it that evening.......but I am not really sorry or ashamed of it......I guess the evils
are the most prudent logicians........I am still in the process of salvaging bits n pieces of my memories from the other night....

But it was fuckin awesome!!!!!

Gorahs save the world......

2008-07-11T18:31:00.001+05:30

2008-07-06T15:58:00.002+05:30

"Improve on your 'technical skills'.....it change things"

Right, how about increasing the paycheck!!!!!!????

2008-07-06T04:58:00.003+05:30

We gotta change to a new flat........we have blown our money........and we can't find a place!!!!!

June Kills...........

2008-06-25T04:28:00.001+05:30

I dont know what's with the season, but people around me are going beserk................!!!!

Office on a Typical Day!!

2008-06-06T23:43:00.001+05:30

Long Time No Non-Sense!!!!

2008-06-06T01:15:00.000+05:30

Well....its been really sometime since I have talked 'non-sense'.......yes I think I am slowly getting the hang
of 'talking sense'.....atleast what others think to be 'sensibly responsible' or maybe......well....'responsibly sensible'......
to be honest I dont know what that means.......I guess I made that up.....but then one thing I realize that people in
general do tend to think there is sufficient amount of matter in what you say when the voluminous ludicridity in your
monologue is disguised by a carefully tailored amount of jargons and basically....well.....a glaring reminder that you have indeed
gone through the pages of Wren and Martin in your junior school...infact the poets have the genius to do that even without going through the books.....
I guess thats why poetries are called the highest form of literature....no offense meant.....it is indeed a talent to be envious about.
Well.....for some un-countable days I have remained 'OFF'
from blogging.........'sensibly' I should have said 'I had no time'.....but to be honest....it is mainly due to unavailability of cheap
internet services......the service provider has disconnected as.....can you believe......is moving onto some other....more profitable
section of the city......!!!
I guess I have bought my share of talking non-sense.......
Nothing really has been happening these days.....oh yes....I went home......my cousin is getting married......I realized that
the boy and the girl do not actually see each other during the 'Aashirbaad'......and people are generally quite cool and 'okay'
with this fact......well I guess they dont really have an option.......
Other than that......there have'nt been much highlights in life......except some weeks ago one of my acquaintances had this
blistering realization that his queen of heart is having ....well 'second thoughts' about him..........I guess its really unfair to rub
where it really hurts....but you really got to give it to her....I mean whoever she is.....she has the balls...!!!!I am sure she would
look just perfect in pants......!!!!
Well let me take this rather uncannily unfortunate incident of my friend to comment upon the so called 'commitment' that most
people quite happily indulge into......which in itself is rather a miracle.....considering I, being a sufficiently stoic and non-committal
person(non-committal : person who give a wry smile and dismissive shrug saying 'its just not your day mate' at most of the unfortunate incidents of life)
individually....
People…..don’t get me wrong……….Its not that I am the gothic skinhead snob (albeit I do have apparent anomaly as far as follicular prosperity is concerned) in an Anti-Christ T-shirt and harrowing tattoos crucifying love in a pool of molten lava.....I am too docile for that
....I believe for sufficiently lower mortals ....getting committed is essentially having a social surity of having someone to whom you can say every evening
what you encountered the full day......how they thought about each other by seeing things like a fly sitting on a rose.....a world war II radio singing a romantic song
......basically ...the feel good pang of “aint no sunshine when she’s gone”...........ah Notting Hill.....probably the best romantic movie made......for others....it is
outrageously a social status.....for some it is really the stark reflection of the T.V god that so assiduously befriends our life…..after all we all prefer to hear and of course watch the power of love rather than “look the Commies are coming”.....for the more intelligent ones.......its pure 'hop in the sack'....and for the hideous, heinous faggots like me......it is
yet another opportunity to get a treat from others.....both at proposals as well as breakups......so in essence I really encourage more people to fall in
love......I am sure I almost bought myself a free ticket to the gallows from the followers of the Cupid Cult.....but then the Earth is a wonderful planet where
both good and the evil resides with surprising alacrity.....and when the glass is half empty ....I usually believe in drinking the rest of it.....and order for a repeat!!!

I don’t think I am the stereotype whiner, but I am sure by this time you already had an inkling feeling of saying out loud the 'F' word.....assuming you haven’t said it already.......lets just move onto the more ....what .....black and white aspirations ......I have been attending CAT coaching classes....I know what is the last term of 22076 ……and today I felt like Sherlock Holmes when I found that there will be eight such pieces with colours on three faces when a cherry coloured cube is cut into 125 pieces. Well, and stuff like that…………Basically because million others are doing it…..that’s the kind of security you derive by joining the flow…..

Well frankly speaking, living all alone is somewhat similar to being a king……only with no kinsmen and subject to look after…….you can certainly come home late without the fear of reprisal from your parents……hell we all had nightmares like that .…..and honestly our brains are just too tired of raking up excuses everyday we saw the silhouette
by the end of the staircase….you can choose to sleep late without doing much….or maybe not to sleep at all…….you can have as much junk as you want in an aluminum foil in the rooftop or have no food at all…….basically you are just a free bird…..but without a tree to land on to…

I guess it is one of those nights when I can rant on forever…..for tonight I got the entire flat for myself…..and the T.V. is in its usual self of proclaiming hairy bollocks in a silver foil…..and my room-mate is out somewhere in the bowels of the city and the only thing that speaks is the blaring 2.1 in the drawing room….infact I am beginning to fear that my vocal chords will soon turn into a rudimentary organ…..just like the tail that all the humans still unfortunately bear……

I guess I am just over-doing the attempt of socialization…err….or maybe self-retrospection…...which in reality is saying “bugger off” to myself…….until …well ….more opportune moment…its 1:07 a.m. in the morning and time for a movie.

2008-03-16T00:39:00.003+05:30

Nah...life aint much fun living alone....and you were right mama......its a rather cruel world.....and people do make sure we work our guts out to 'earn' every penny that somehow always seem to like everybody other than me......well....its been three days I have had a proper wholesome lunch....no I am not broke....although I am dangerously close to it......its just that I have been sleeping throughout the day out of a terrible exhaustion........Friday night is always the worst night to work.....you leave your house for office as the flatmates whom you see only for couple of hours a day return and again get dressed in their fancy attires for a fancier hangout.......you count the number of pits and ditches the cab bounces off as it reaches inevitably close to the office with a certainty that is almost despicable.....last night I counted....and it was actually one more than the previous night.....you try to figure out the strangely sonorous lingo of people around you and ultimately give it up in a despairing shrugh with a strange pang to speak in Bangla........whatever happened to the 'adda' of the 'progressive' Bengalis!.....and trust me......cigarettes and cola can do wonders to your apetite........albeit in the way you dontreally appreciate.......my workstation has always been the apostle of uneasiness packed diligently in white spartan ply and 'utility' addons........few sheafs of papers here....couple of printouts there.....and a confusing array of styrofoam cups painted either in blue or in brown ( apparently colour coded for coldand hot drinks respectively!!Atleast thats the only reason I can think of this ridiculous meticulousness )Truth is .....I still glance over my shoulder when somebody in blue coveralls calls me "sir...."And trust me at the end of the week, CAT classes are really not cool.......especially when I am staring at six paragraphs of monologue about some piece of rock that is supposedly 3.83 Billion years old and has a tag bit more Carbon -12 than usual........the black stuff they call the remnants of life from ages when I was not born........and others think as the souvenir of the lost dignity of a volcano when it hit the water!!!!............

Does MY manager ever blinks an eye on details like these!!??...........

Call it my disability but I really cant think of instances when the stocks have skyrocketted just because a rock had a bit more graphite in it....

But then after some point you really dont have to think much about whats going on all around you.......you just have to step where everybody is going and you somehow manage to walk all the way........and thehonks and the screeches of the automobiles.......the dust flowing out of the streets.....and the people around you does not matter......thats the best part about being saturated......I guess these are the times when Sherlock used to indulge in his bouts of cocaine.....or chemical experiments.......and sometimes violin....... but for me.....its just an empty house and a mattress........and a blaring T.V and a half lit cigarette....................

2008-02-11T16:42:00.000+05:30

I got this official confirmation that every person in our vicinity is essentially the same........well and that birds of the same feather indeed flock together.......so people live throughout his share of life and die unobtrusively much like a bubble in a pond with the same predictability which infact has a number of names......and 'system' is one such name........last week I got a call at night when I was as usual sitting by a glaring computer trying to make out a pattern of sanity from the high sounding technical scribbles from a very friend of mine.........and I came to know he was sitting alone in a pub trying to decipher some shape out of the staggering loneliness hovering around him like dun coloured clouds in a murky day.........and more meaningless monotones for 'ol' time's sake'........so I did the only thing that appeared to provide a solace....or rather a refuge from the onslaught of emotions......I cut the line.........so whether it is among the dark shadows of the pub providing magical solutions to the brain or with the 'cancel' button of the phone.......we all run away from something we are not really sure of......and later some of us happen to write few ingorrigible lines about the same.........

soledade

2008-02-04T12:51:00.000+05:30

Walks alone does he,
Perhaps he's alot like me,
Blinded by confusion and frustration.
For it never sees the light before night sets.
It carries on with eyes wide shut,
In a mindless rut.
Feeling rotten to the core,
Waiting for the day, when it's pain is no more.....

-Lady Wolenczak-

I am back again..........dont know whether it matters much.....but it is so good to talk to myself again........we moved on to a new house......well a collection of three french tin can that is so popoularly known as the 'flat'......and yet again something that is so conveniently represented by a number.........I am okay with that.....atleast I certainly hope so.........and moving in is not quite as fun as taking a walk in the park in a cloudy evening.......but thats the least that happened during these listless days........I am not really an avid expressor of emotion......I guess I am much too gooey for that......but I never felt a greater urge to have someone in flesh and blood to talk to.......for there is nothing more lonely than to wake up in an empty house.......yes you guessed right.....I work in night shift.......its not that I love my work.....I don't hate it either........I am just waiting for a miracle that would make me happy and rich........and that would keep all our friends together........well I was not so sad at my college farewell.....infact I often think that we ourselves dont really know the extent to which we commit ourselves to the so called cliche of a relation called 'friendship'......and trust me....the ignorance really hurts when it is time to say goodbye.....Sohil just moved on to Mumbai.......I guess four and a half years is a pretty good time.......and a guy is allowed to take the other one for granted........and it is okay for him to expect to see his soddy urse grasping the bits n pieces of his riches in the dusty corner of the room we have been sharing for so long..........well I might be wrong.......infact I probably am.......for there is certainly more space in the room now that he is gone.......and obviously the room is much cleaner and there is an extra mattress to lie down.........but then I get this strange confusion as what to do with all these space!!!!........so when at the end of the day there is one extra plate at our dinner but no food upon it....there is this strange feeling at the pit of my stomach that drives me a step closer to the edge.......I guess I am starting to get qualified as a wreck........even the fags don't taste as good as it used to be........why can't pepole be like islands?.........sometimes I feel that humans are the most frail and vulnerable creation of God.....infact it is actually a blunder he made and I guess he was just to arrogant to accept it and make it right......

2008

2007-12-31T18:46:00.000+05:30

New Year Resolution....

On my city...

2007-12-31T09:30:00.000+05:30

It is indeed a wonderful wholesome sentiment that triggers down my spines that somehow originates from the rubbles that populates the streets of Kolkata....Its winter in the city and perhaps you know the inherent addiction of we Kolkatans to potray the change of season with......well a greater enthusiasm than usual.......so watery eyed daddys with a stuffed red jacket and thick 'monkey' caps and woolen gloves did not appear a least bit of exaggeration in these seasoned eyes of mine.....foroutre it may seem.....but ludicrity has its own fascination.......and I am infact a part of it..........I guess six months of outsideKolkata has showed me a lot of life.........and it had deprived me of a lot more......there has been lot of activities in an aroundmy neighbourhood.......couple of more apartments have started to bear inmates overlooking the meagre strip of grass that used to be the playground that served, other than as the playground......as the parking space for a lot of yellow cabs.......datingshelters of romatic souls......and doping ground for a number of addicts........well other than that the young people have grown old....and the old ones have grown older.....and the older ones are dead as their relatives gather in a jovial reunion upon the demiseof their beloved ol' man....with their pimply sons playing cricket on the rooftop and petite daughters seeking some privacy tochat over the cell phone......its time indeed to push forward and a part of this change is substantially fascinating.......but thebasic foundation of this city of humrum never bothers to proceed into a greater dimension.........the roll shops may upgradeinto better cushioned seats from their greasy thicket chairs......but they still sell the same absolutely unhealthy egg-chicken rollsthat haunts the multitude of humanity like a seedy pub beckons an Irish old man.....the world may step into a topsy-turvy ofthird millenium-digitized brilliance but the high school passouts will continue being brave ( or atleast make a show of it....mostlyromatically ) in the shadowy havens of Nandan or more recently established Elliot Park and the unfortunate ones still gape at their exhibits with the oft-quoted obscenities and sometimes....well with pure loathing at their self-infirmities.......well....likewisethe somber looking private buses still seek a paternal relationship with the streets of the city and the convenience of its passengers....Park Street is still the same strech of asphalt haunting the apparent riches of the city with its luring expensive nothingness wherepeople go for no apparent reasons..................well the thing I hate most about holidays is that they have to end.....and it never fails to amaze me how fast do they end.....and I hate the farewells........but then I guess it is in those farewells that we have the promise to come back once again.....so when the plane taxied off the runway and plunged into the vast sky, all I could do is to stare out of the window and try intaking as much of the city as I could as it slowly mingled into the same tiny unobtrusivestructures that had....a week ago grown bigger and embraced me like it always had over the years....

2007-12-21T10:40:00.000+05:30

Home coming was always refreshing.......!!!

2007-12-08T14:23:00.001+05:30

Awww.......I am so bloody tired.......head spinning......gastronomical tsunami......and an anatomicalwreck.......its supposed to be winter and its not cold.......I guess its the Greenhouse.....the daft prick........even the cigarretes taste awful.......I am not really in the mood to rant about things under the sun.....yeah I am just...............tired.........

Unity in Diversity

2007-12-03T09:39:00.000+05:30

Out of the zillions of trip one has to make in this rather long a journey of life......this one is really special..............

2007-11-24T09:49:00.000+05:30

A very good morning to everyone,which these days essentially comes down to no one.......well chitchatting at 8.30 in the morning is not exactly my idea of a chilly Saturday morning but what the hell, due to my recent habituation(I am not really sure the word even exists)with lot of cofee and not much sleep throughout the confused biological clock of mine I somehow woke up at 8 and never really got any more sleep even if I had the full stomach for it........if at all one needs a stomach for sleep.........but hey...never trust an insomniac's knowledge ofbiology.........So....last night was yet again a night of flashing neon lights in a confined tin can of a space with loud techno music that people fashionably call the 'pub'.......and I finally realized what went through one of my friend's mind when he had observed "disco lights are the irrefutable proof that human beings as a species are not meant for dance".........infact there is hardly anything in my life that is more conceptually precise than the reflection about this apparently affable manipulation of human anatomy that people generally call dance........anyways its not that I am too much fascinated by the culture of going to a pub to essentially indulge into the same activities that I could have done at my home.......butI have good cloths and I enjoy wearing them.....god that is probably the simplest explanation one can come up for squandering thousands of ruppees with pals whose face you cannot even see in the ambience....whose voices you cannot even hear in the blaring cacophony of harmonics......and sometimes like last night you have to drag a drunken sod from Middle East and somehow shove his soggy buttocks over the 'crack' of the two joined beds........but something else happened last night as well......it was the first time I had gone to one of the hotels of the Taj group......ummm.......not all of us were eventually turned into Simpson......so we just decided to drop into the Taj.....well.....at 1 in the morning not many mortals venture in the marble alleys of the Taj......but we did....and a cold coffee worth 350 was absolutely the only thing that we had in mind......'coz never really had any other option......and we whacked a matchbox and a ketchup bottle with the name of Taj stamped all over them....isnt it funny to whack off things left conveniently unattended just for blokes like us to propritorize them?....its just that the girls take the ketchup bottle and the gyz takethe matchbox......well thats about it......'coz when you have a measly snack of 900 bucks all you can think aboutis an absolutely freezing auto ride back home and a tired and lame attempt for a decent space to crash down......and then sleep for...err......two hours and wake up at 8 in the morning just to have a pointless chitchat about things you had done last night........

p.s. More updates: The same sod from MIddle East apprehends that he has lost his glasses........

2007-11-12T02:46:00.001+05:30

Ahh....this is my first night before a night shift at the office.....well......dont think I am yet again into some corporate litany praising how spectacular the annual turnover of my company is.....no it is not some company manufacturing launch pads for the next telecommunication satellite....nor will it patent the cure for cancer.....so lets forget about it......its a weird experience trying to stay awake the whole night so that I can sleep throughout the day in order to remain awake the next night.....well I guess its a bit complicated........sometimes I think humans are the most uselessly vulnerable creature in this planet.......essentially a slave of habits that somehow manage to tie them in a predictable knot of stupidity that is more popularly known as the 'system'........I mean it would be really nice if man were just machines so that they can be turned on and off any time.......no I am not talking about being machines of the Hollywood extravaganza of the Terminator........just simple digital circuitry of 0's and 1's.......but what the hell.......we are destined to remain the same old confusion of genetical mismatch.........so I am wondering what exactly should be my agenda throughout the night........I bought a paperback of Roald Dahl....but then I realized the vision of an avid insomniac reader is not so comfortable in a mere plastic chair.......you need atleast an arm chair with a dalmation cuddled at your feet with the melancholy of a lady at a church.......so I turned the T.V on........but then the greatest achievement of science is providing absolutely everything except what we want at that particular moment.........Flinstones at 2 in the morning is not what I call the idea of great night out....neither some wonderfully leering song of scantily clad middle aged females in a nightclub that somehow cradles a pink Cadillac that too in a language I dont know is not so entertaining........so I am not sure what exactly should I do among five sleeping men...........ohh....there is no more packets of potato chips left.........the fags are running out.....gotta save few for the next day........the flashy dinner the Mc Donalds did not quite suffice the 23 year old system of mine..........and there is nothing to do..........I guess there is so much silence a man can bear...........and a glaring laptop screen in a dark room does not certainly help.......

OMG!!!!!

2007-11-07T00:15:00.000+05:30

Oh my God......its definitlely the end of the world........or the begining of the end.......I mean here I am....still searching the somehow fading odour of the soggy loam of the college.....well......sometimes even of the high school.....often moaning silently inside that how people kinda conveniently forget to call each other over the years.....that I came across this astounding news.....one of my friend is getting married.............!!!!!!
If it is just for the pimply boyish dream of getting laid........its definitly not a good idea.....its not that I am experienced.......but there are things you dont really need an idea....or even a weebit of experience.......I guess people in general are afraid of death without an experience........I think everybody has seen how the hairline always seem to recede over the matrimonial years with the imposing surity of a downfall.....and still every mortal has to bend to it........ohhh.....if it is for the crazy thing called love.....I dont know.........I came across a quote by no one particular....................... "the problem with love is.....most often it turns into your 'weakness' when it should have been your 'strength'......"If that is the case ......then Cupid must have signed the C.T.B.T long time ago.......or any of those stupid "treaties" which all the politically confused nations so happily forfeit.......anyways.....the point is.....all these years I have always been the ideal parasite....that is .....always feeding upon the treats of other people's proposal.......sometimes even toasted upon their 'breakups'.......well to be prfectly honest and without inflicting a least bit of scar upon my so called 'well-being' and 'conscience'.......I dont mind having good free food if somebody is willing to celebrate his upcoming decadance.........after all what are great friends for.........atleast I tag along in their misery....being the 'unloved' one can be a big benefit.........and I certainly hope that the guy in question never really comes across this snippet of my rhetoric.......but there is still a catch....call it my whim or twist of a deranged lump of grey matter.......I never can get past the memoirs of the horrendous desparado of many such 'guy party' spent with him.....ofcourse absolutelyfrom a non-homosexual point of view........you know struggling with a half brain beneath the acrid smoke only to get more fags......cracking jokes from the leerest minds of the underworld.....and a lot of special performances without really caringwhat the principal has to say to them.......and now somehow I have to be a bit more sober in communication with him........and I really have to care about what someone else might think when I express a rather out of the box reflection........and more materialistically,the concept of giving a gift to a friend had never enterd my wildest imagination........or maybe its just my imagination........but I certainly fear the loss of one such 'proposal' or 'breakup' party......then I guess this is life.....and the reality of growing up suddenly grips all of us with this ludicrity........and I express from the deepest corner of my heart,my friend, the best wishes for a happy life.......

2007-10-31T00:07:00.000+05:30

I guess the best company to a man is man himself....

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME..........!!!"

MY EXPERIENCE AS A BENGALI FOODIE.....part-1!!!

2007-10-25T23:52:00.000+05:30

Thursay,Oct 25th,2007,14:10hrs

A tremendously plush multinational company................
I go down to the cafeteria to have my lunch...............
As a perpetual non-vegetarian,I seek for chicken curry.........

Moment of frustration:
The chicken curry is finished.
Alternate measures:
I take egg curry(paati dimer jhal!!!)
Moment of desperation:
I had to pay!!!

Moment of reckoning:

The egg curry was sour!!!!!!!!

life still goes on.........

2007-10-19T23:58:00.000+05:30

This is the Maha-Ashtami....probably the best day of the Durga Puja......these are the moments when zillions like me feel proud to be what we actually are......lazy....undue unwanted critics of things that remotely relates to our most obscure dreams.......crazily celebrating everything under the sun with a shallow pocket and overblown pompous zeal that so foolishly bear the rather long forgotten name of "bangali babu".... and these are the moments when few like me heave under the shattering sense of nostalgia as he stands by the rather artificial but endearing show of belonging in a distant land where the pujari dances to the tune of the dhaak in a worn out jeans......where people prefer communicating in the language bestowed by our 200 years rulers and in turn quite happily adopted by us......yes fool as I am.....I still havent surpassed the overpowering urge of capturing anything that soothes the eye.....I still go out pandal hopping with my acquaintances....minus the pandals.....and a lot of people......and the city that has spoilt me into this dreadful decadence.....but then I guess I felt that somehow somewhere deep inside.....really deep.......perhaps you have seen the bright yellow sparks that appears before your eyes when you close them.......yeah close.....there comes the most beautiful picture that you have ever seen in your life......

SHUBHO MAHA-ASHTAMI TO ALL.....

Something like life....

2007-10-14T21:29:00.000+05:30

Oh schmuck......I have had the chance to come across several
'definition' of life and the process of living......starting
from my old school bio text to the philosophical litany
of one of my acquaintances(relax ****** nobody is goin to find it bout you.....atleast I
certainly hope so)...but this evening while I was browsing through websites not contributing
to my knowledge by publishing information like....umm.....airfares to Mozambique.....
fatality rates of female Guppies......increasing temperature of the Antarctics......and
intergalactic explosion of extraplanetary gases.....you know the sorts that befriends you
when you think "okay what to do now?"......I suddenly came across this widget which literally
slapped me into senses and said..."that's you and your life!!!"......I am still not sure
why this particular programming mishap caught my attention......but still I decided to share....

just move the mouse over it...

p.s. Any interpretation is gladly entertained but finally never accepted....

2007-10-07T22:30:00.000+05:30

Okay.....this is special.....I mean if only you have seen the seedy self of a politically indifferent gooey idler in the fast paced city of Hyderabad......you would certainly appreciate the attempt to philosophy of the individual with atleast the confirmation of being 'special'.......a lot of things happened this weekend......and I would not apologize for être silencieux about the rather foolishly engaging train of incidents and bewildering precision of the 'worst case situations' that seem to bear down upon us with the speed of light........however all said and done.....when you suddenly have the rather un-heard of fancy of lying down upon the soft bed of grass which is still surprisingly green and stare at the hazy expanse of the sky of the dying lights of an obscure Sunday evening with the full wrath of a Monday looming over like a demon.......you would indeed feel a stupid sense of delight which I am sure is a hopelessly misleading prodigy of things to come the next days....................................but still I was never so happy at the end of a Sunday

On Graduation!!!!!!

2007-09-25T21:05:00.000+05:30

So.....four years of loitering around the same not so old corridors of what we used to call the academic block and the dingy by lanes of the labyrinthine boy's hostel,this is the day when we finally became a graduate......well perhaps some of you are suffering from an acute bowel malfunctionand actually dreaming of a steamingly delicious Italian pizza.....if you do then you must appreciate thefeeling of cuddling into a dank rug in the lonely city of Hyderabad and thinking of the things going onin what is so foolishly called the Convocation.No I am not complaining......certainly not considering the rather dangerous convenience to the hilly locale of our college..........but then a rather generous amount of free time that is enjoyed by a new joiner in a multinational company and his gruelling sense of boredom can indeed induce a lot of fancies......so considering my idle lumberings across the plush corridors and hours after hours of fussball....I thought might as well take an hour's break.............however, the fact of the matter is..the decadance of lethargy that befriends me these days is almost adorable......getup in the morning.....have a cold shower.....no I dont even have breakfast at home...I keep that 'work' to be done at the office.....and I am not saying that I am surrounded by stupidity...the point is, sometimes many of us are scared or irritated at nothing in particular...and it happens to me as well.......infact it happens more often than not.......so I cannot say that I am not in a very merry temper......infact Shakespeare's Antonio was never more relevant to me before......but thats all literature....lets not talk about that.....but then again.....it never fails to amaze me that how I divert myself into a horrendously different field........but isnt that life in its crudest form?? I mean how many of you have actually lived to see and enjoy the one proud moment.....whatever it is.....that youhave been waiting for all these years.......there always have been too many options for you to decide upon.....but when it comes to that single moment of glory when you can actually say out aloud "we are the champions",surprisingly there always have been a situation that is impossible to avoid......I remember how we used to curse the rather caustic administration of our college whenever we had three assignments to submit in two days,with piled-up unfinished lab note books reminiding of pre-historic bureaucratic red tapism....but then we always wanted that single last bash of alchohol before we actually stepped into the world of free coffee in a white cup........and that never happened......so today is the Convocation....the day when the gullible world recognizes us as graduates,I am squatting with a pack of potato chips and cigerettes in a messed up room somewhere in the bowels of a confusing city.......but then being a graduate in a wonderful feeling....and the day is special indeed......

2007-09-16T12:00:00.000+05:30

Okay.....people talk about art in its native form.......I never realised that untill yesterday!!!!!

Engineering holocaust......

2007-09-16T11:45:00.000+05:30

Well....I dont know what is happening to this world.........and science is certainly not helping it....

I mean you think you are earning good enough to grab what you need and what you want.......but then thanks to some demented brains in some seedy clutterd laboratory overseas.......all you get is loads of self slander and desperate sighs as you stare at what lies beyond........and all you could do is to take a snap and capture atleast a part of the edifice that you know you can never afford...............................!!!!!

Thirty friggin' three lakhs............thats hardly fair!!!!!

2007-09-12T21:13:00.000+05:30

Okay...this is serious shit.......well what more do you expect........its been serious encroachment upon the dwellings of the meek creatures that bears the name of the 'ship of the desert' in our mid-school G.K texts........actually thinking once again it is indeed a suitable designation for them....desert indeed...........as a desert need not necessarily have sand.....it may infact be in the form of long streches of asphalt with gleaming automobiles and black 'fair' ladies and lonely frustrated chaps.........and among such a horrendously absurd morning where all I had in mind is how to spend the day amidst the utter boredom of corporate labyrinth,I saw three camels lumbering with idle briskness upon the highways.......if only the publishers were aware of the fact, the unfortunate kids have to look out for a newer edition of their books......anyways.....I am not saying I am surrounded by stupidity..........actually even I am a part of this dun coloured cloud looming obstinately upon nothing in particular........well.....it is a place where the buses ply but never seem to stop at the wildest wave of limbs.........where the people actually wait till the office bus stops to get on it.......where I have to swip a piece of card with I-don't -know-what bug inside to go to the loo......and have a P.C that never logs me in.....and have been visiting the office for a couple of days for nothing in particular other than playing carrom.......smoking.......loitering along the plush corridor for theatrically made up errands.........and a place where at 8.30 in the morning you get three camels roaming around the city for no apparent destination.........trust me my friends....this is something that you are not supposed to crib about....for men are generally thought as the stoic not so soft mishap of nature........and because they are usually considered to be 'paid' by the company.......so for that matter I checked my account balance quite with the fashionable luxury of the so called 'i-connect'........err.......it never fails to amaze me that everytime I do that I cannot escape exclaiming "where do the money goes!!!??".....ah yes......the cable guy called for the bill for the intenet this afternoon.......and I hate the midway of the week.......darn......sometimes I even wonder what is the point of having all these 'byte transfers' where I never actually come across any of my friend when I log on......or any decent conversation for that matter......but then I am generally expected to go through the loads of official jargon that my mailbox has to cope up with.......that actually takes an hour......and then my phone bill is delayed....and an electronic voice had assured me that my 'complaint' has been filed.........and there are ten different passwords for twenty different accounts that I have to remember always.....so the point is.....if ever there was.....the publishers of our mid-school G.K texts may as well rest in peace....for as it is........the camel is indeed the ship of the desert.......only the desert have changed.....and nothing else...

2007-09-09T01:08:00.001+05:30

Well.......I am writing this post in yet another seedy Saturday night when fate has yet again intervened and deprived our civil right to 'chill out' after a week's rat-tat-ing the keyboard without much productive result.......no I am not complaining this time.........as many of youmight have read......a convict acquires a love for his detension as time goes on.......no I am not loving it.......but I guess I have reconciled to the fact that somehow life is not the same anymore.........so I sat down to study this Saturday as I have to give yet another exam to provenothing the coming Monday.........only to be 'on bench' which I am afraid is a not-so-endearing expression for being shamelessly jobless but still claiming a not-so-fat salary at the end of the month..............so I studied untill sometime.....well not too long after I was actually into thebleak fonts of the text that one my 'colleage'......yeah that sounded great indeed.....urged the beast inside me by venting his plan of having a 'kabab' for his dinner to me.........huh.....I guess when God had created man he had indeed made few switches to bypass the sanity and orderthat he accidentally bestowed upon his creation......girls.....cigerettes....and food.....so here I am.....the God's Mr.Hyde devouring with pre-historic orgy the fat wings of the unfortunatebird and all I could do after thirty minutes of sonorous munching and a number of belches and burps is to flop down upon the mattress with a cigerette and cola and moan about the non-congruency that always seem to haunt my life with satified diffidence......But then getting wasted is not all that bad.....

2007-09-02T22:32:00.001+05:30

To all those people who enjoy the thrill of going out with their coquettish fair ones into some theatreshoping to see some desparados of distant lands.......let me play sad role of the stoic spoilt sport and be the preacher that you might as well spent the decent evening that somehow continues getting shorterin the frickely life of yours in a dinghy blues pub with nostalgic lights and monotonic sound......for theworld as it is.....is full of forgery........and you actually pay a day's salary to get conned out of your'wits' as you gloat with the foolish smirk that you have indeed won the heart of the one you think you 'court'.....a three hundred rupees bus ride to see things which you know are false.........in a stark sunny afternoon....."how'bout that?".......the highway you saw in the movie that steps into the rosy fantasy of yours is actuallya street which is no longer than that which leads you from your house to the landlord's.......the rain drenched streetsof London that makes you hate the seedy lane by your window....the pawn shop....the pan shop.......hell even the local grocery are no more than few cardboard structures strutted along together with the same stuff that you used in your tenth standard art project.....all staring with their deceptively genuine smile that so populates what is popularly called the 'film city'......but do not think that I am actually doing the jobof advertising it.....for conned as we were.......there was no complimentary lunch.......and if you do not have the sudden urge of exploring the wicked world of forgery....all you can get out this place is few hoursof a sleek bus ride.....with a lady 'guide' who is not even close of being pretty.......couple of almost obscenesequence by a local college dance group.....a humongous croud comprising aged crones of sixty as well as pimply youth of nine lumbering with apparent confusion around the stupid frolic of the 'merry-go-round' with 'jingle bells'being played in the background,a scary house that was funny and a lot of sun..........so all you could do was to mingle yourself in the populationof the conned and foolishly try to infer the whole sanity behind this act of paying to get duped.....

The Rat and the Cheese....

2007-09-02T21:46:00.001+05:30

Well....call this an exhibition of sheer juvenile showmanship......but then I guess for a rat residing all his life in the dark alleys of dilapidated by-lanes having rows of garbage bins topped bypeels of the full fraternity of biological life,a decent crumb of fresh cheese is indeed a luxury.....so all the sections of the community who believe in quality and honest quality for that matter.....let theyrot in some place where the sun never shines.........for throughout my life which I believe has seen a lotof rather elongated sighs and diffident stares,quality usually comes at a price........infact quite high price.... so I had always selected the easier way.....ie the way which gives me the pleasure without actually indulging into the rather painful habit of dishing out wades of cash..........so when this evening I finally registerd my shuffle...with a rather eloquent surge of adrenaline, it suddenly occured to me that for the first time that there are infactsome harmonics that always manage to escape the fat ears of mine....and that I somehow gathered up the guts to be theprodigal son and attempted to harness some of them........

Retrospection of a Weekend.....

2007-08-26T19:13:00.001+05:30

If some of you had this sudden enlightment of being more pro-active than it appears in your more distant dreams and had actually shown the extraordinary tenacity to go through my previous post you may actually get a picture of my idea ofa weekend.........so here was a day........sleep......infact a lot of sleep induced more out of compulsion and invasive grandeur upon the medula oblongata by a horrendously awful but flashy liquor that somehow bore the name of 'd-luxe whiskey'....infact for all my friends dedicating their meagre a life for the noble cause of saving drinking water thereby indulging into the more hazardously expensive sojourn of aquaintance with molasses and barley,have you ever come across anything that told you....as it had...."drink responsively"......and actually gave the four lined detailed chronologe of the 'nutritious value' associated with it??......well all I can do is appreciate yet again the rather old a saying of..."there is always a first time".........so we wake up the next day......all with the slosh and turbulence of a yatch in a whirpool and somehow came upon the consensus of visiting what is called the Golconda Fort.........a perfect way to pass a stark sunny afternoon in a dusty city!!.......so we went as usual in a vehicle called an 'Auto' that has seen its hey days even before my birth, following a path that reminded that the earth was indeed a collection of rocks pebbles and red shingles....so much for urbanization.......and we stood before the vast expanse of blazing sun unruly shrubs and old rocks......and stairs........however good the finesse of our bygone archietects might have been.....they certainly did not have the foresight to see that some hundred years later three chaps with lungs full of years of cheap cigerrete smoke would come to pay a visit......so deep raspy breaths and a sandpaper throat saw us lumbering with apparent confusion among the worn-out archways and porticos of the fort that certainly did not use to care about the comfort of its inhabitants......and it never fails to trigger a long train of thoughts about the insight of so called 'lovers' and their circumstantial affinity for the ruins......and so we trotted among crumbling black rocks.....dotted by black Romeos and even blacker Juliets...and it was just our luck that it started raining....and as usual a meagre attempt to seek refuge among the leaky sheltersdid little to keep us dry.....and so we were back......not more impressed than before we left couple of hours ago untill we finally settled down upon thee more engaging habit of a movie and a quiet smoke when there was the news of two bomb blasts in the centre of the city and a blaring T.V showed people going beserk in a mad rat-race to stayalive.......I mean it felt despiringly ludicrous that death can actually settle down upon you the next minute just after you buy an ice-cream and gather yourself for a decent show......you work hard to save extra cash to dish out a pleasant trip to the seas the next season and then you are hit by something that you never know......you rip open the wrapper that your sweetheart had presented on your twenty-fifth birthday and half of your face blows.....its indeed a miracle to stay alive..........So this was our weekend which was supposed to give us the life-blood for yet another grinding weekend ahead of us...and scores of phone-calls saw yet another soul reconcilling to the blinding flow of the city and dribble out the confusingly dear 'life' ..........

2007-08-24T20:53:00.000+05:30

Well.......out of the few minuscle details I am able to catch up from things around me the only thing that incurres the notice of mine is people's views on the weekend.........if only you knew how a green and blue oasis appears to the eye of a distant traveller among the sparse of the desert, you would certainly entertain this rather punitive litany of mine..........so weekends.........why do they come only once in a week??why every day cannot be a lazy weekend when I finally wake up as I used to do when I was young....ie a few months ago.......a weekend.........I want the sun pouring down on me from the finite lacunae of the drapes.....and I want to turn around in disdain at the provocative audacity of the sun..........I don't want to fit in an ostentively savvy attrire that somehow yeilds the definition of a 'power formal' from the more established population of the society..........I don't want to have yet another 'light' lunch as a vain attempt of being awake just for the sake of it as slides after slides of technical details pass by me with gruelling sluggishness..............and I don't want soggy smelling socks at the end of the day sticking to my feet with tenacity more than a leech on a wound.........well indeed thats rather a long list of self-retrospection.......the sort that you cannot avoid after yet another week of tests and more tests and slides and silly juvenile jokes from the pretty girl couple of chairs from me and seemingly 'intelligent' questions from guys around me and a horrendously monstrous quantity of snippets of code.........and ofcourse my ordeals of keeping the eyelids apart............well..........lets not get too political but today I really felt that the weather in this nation is politically the same......as they come with the same ludicrity everywhere....be it in the idling monotone of Kolkata or the 'techy' expanse of Hyderabad...........and contrary to the religious beliefs of several intelligensia that always manage to be in the lime light for reasons beyond the grey matter of mine..........leave the same mark on the city and definitely on its people and on guys like me loosly dangling in the transition of two...........so how do you define a day when I had an exam which I cheated and passed.........a preparatory project that required a convincing act on commitment to avoid un-necessary prodding.......and few hours of senseless rain and a faded jeans in knee depth of murky water.........that reminded.....not with small sweet distant disdain of my home.......and so when its really there...the weekend I mean ........all I can think of is a long sleep without clamouring alarms or nightly sessions of absurd technical mugging...........

2007-08-20T22:41:00.000+05:30

Okay....lets get over the oddity of being humble and content with whatever life seems
to provide me....a chiken grilled club decker sandwitch every alternative night worth forty five bucks just to avoid the labor of going out for dinner only minutes after I come 'home' from 'office' ......a clamouring cell phonealarm that always seem to get activated only minutes after I set it........the highways that never seem to run out of gaudy cars and plush vehicles on which I never seem to embark........and one 'identity' tag for an office I have only gone twice........and an 'under construction' building that houses seventeen of such souls as me for....what......training.........If only the parents new what goes in my mind whenever I see their kids scrambling across the dusty streets inapparent frolic that only pimply pre-pubescent chaps can have.........I wish I could pick up the jack hammer from the nearby site and crush their head like an egg.........okay maybe I will never do that....but then how can they be so much more carefree than I am when I am the one who is actually earning......its unfair almost to the point of spiritual partiality from the Boss above......!!!!!!Well maybe many of you will actuallybe puking over this demented philosophy of mine.......but then one blue swivel chair in an air-conditioned room havingan outrageously workaholic 'trainer' pronouncing 'm' as 'yem' and weeks of 'cuck-koo-clock' life on tonnes of junk food can actually overcome the sense of philanthropy that somehow proclaims to be luxury of the affluents..........no this is not even an excuse......just another explanation........so yet again I get down from an cluttered up 'Auto' and go inside the 'fast food ' joint and order a chiken grilled club decker sandwitch and take some chips...a bottle of soft drinks maybe and lots and lots of cigerettes(whatever happened to my oath of quitting it)and return wondering what grass is it that is actually greener on the other side.......

Hearts n Crosses....

2007-08-13T22:41:00.000+05:30

Okay......lets say I am slowly mingling among the murky waters ......and whats more.......like any other follower of the wonderful trait...i.e. adaptability....that Darwin had so assiduously predicted such a long time ago...... wether that came more out of frustration of having forced to go with the tide just like me or just a wise man's whim I honestly cannot think.....as it is I am thinking of quitting the very habit of thinking......but yes....notwithstanding the rather unconventional tradition of the traffic departmentof this city to switch on the red as well as the green light......and the uncanny custom of the commuters to play NFS throughout the day.....we decided its time to enjoy the only enjoyble weekend that we had.......so there was the debit card being swiped with no less pang in the heart....there was this odour of deo emanating from six chaps desperate for a breather.....and there was booze....and more booze....and expensive booze........but then it never fails to amaze me that how people use to come up with seemingly comforting explanations everytime the conscience or whatever is left of it validates the ludicrity of being the prodigal son.........and so we went to the 'Bottles and Chimneys'........the rather flashy pub at the centre of the city....and we went to the Paradise....undoubtedly the best Biriyani joint in the whole country......and this was only Saturday..........

Well.....perhaps some of you have realized that the heart of a city lies not in its riches but in its ruins......so it was Sunday and a moist rainy morning saw us in front of the Charminar where the expanse of the city broke in a mad pandemonium of life....and I felt so alone among the multitude of humanity all geared up with their family paying a visit to this monument overlooking the streches of dinghy and not do dinghy hamlets of eatables...fake ornaments and scores of such stupid wares that somehow tantalizes the everflowing thoroughfare of the city..........but then if the heart of the city lies in its ruins.....the soul of Hyderabad definitly lies in its Kababs....and once again we were the cruel Neanderthals savouring the layers of meat with ecstacy matching only with the first orgasm..........but then thanks to the omnipresent sophistry of so called 'urbanization' we were once again back among the fashionable expanse of the Prasad's...the Hussain Sagar Lake....and the Central where droopy eyed businessmen plucked their beared plotting their next move to rip our pockets..........and teens from far-offland had gathered for an 'International Youth Meet'(as if life is short of things to do) and few chaps devouring the nubile bodies of pretty ladies but never actually managing to make the move except few meek attempts ofconversation like "how long have you been in India?" or "How are you liking this place?" or "How long does ittake to travel from your country to India?"..........So this was our first enjoyable weekend of our employed life........and now that only one day has passed....the world is already heavy on our shoulders and it seems that we had a rather good time indeed when we used to be young......

2007-07-22T22:59:00.000+05:30

Well....have you ever experienced how does it feel to have a sinking sickening feeling down the pit of your stomach.....living with it with all the weight of the world upon your shoulders contemplating about turning into a T.V so that you can be shut down anytime so that you don't have the ability to think, surmise and reflect......It should have been the hey days of my life......days where you can actually work harder than the ants lining to a lump of sugar.....okay I am not being lazy....for I wake up at 6.30 in the morning.....I dress up in 'power formals' as they have told......I have my breakfast with all the hurry and hustle as shown in the movies.......I sit by the blue screen of the flatscreen PC in a gleaming plush room with flourescent lights glaring from the ceiling....one of them flickering with the same uncompromising regularity like a tormentor picking at the raw wound of the captive....the A.C kicking on and off with the same precision as it has been doing from time immemorial........I rush out to have a smoke at all possible intervals just to return on time......... I come back all drained and flop myself upon the bed and switch on the T.V........but then I look out of the window to see the same span of fashionably constructed apartments sanding by the speeding high way that reminds me I am 2 hours of airway away from home.......I called up Bhandari..... jackass as ever .......upto I dunno what tomfoolery and tricks to deceive and dictate........I can't be the jackass.......I have to be "pro-active".....I have to do "smart work".......I have to pass eight tests....I have three attempts to pass one........I called up
Sri........she was the senseless stupid girl as ever......I can't be stupid........I have to be 'tactful'.....I called up Prasenjit......the big black glutton gobbling up I dunno what like the pacman gone beserk......I can't be the glutton......I have to take care of all the expense and be economical........Sohil is as hyperactive as ever........uttering all the improbable possibilities of fleeing to home.....but I am not Sohil....I am sensible........and I am not half as eloquent as he is........and then I called mom.......and thousand miles of electronic signals and optical cables conveyed the voice with slight static and a lot of pang..........nothing has changed in them........but then everything seem to be different......have you seen how chunks of snow hangs from the cliffs of mountains........so much mass all at once trying to hurl down upon the earth with velocity unsurmised but still somehow unable to leave the clutches of the rocks........only conveying the desire by the cold fumes emerging from them but never actually commiting to fall...........I have to wake up at 6.30 in the morning again........I lie down on the soft bed but the sleep play hide-n-seek.....and I am the kid too proud to scream and yell as he fails to find his friend hiding in some corner...always giving a hint of his hideout but somehow managing to evade the searching eyes of mine...........and then I listen to Led Zep......and try to come upon the conclusion as why and how the lady came to believe and be that all that glitters is actually gold......but I don't want to think...........I am thinking of turning into a T.V............

2007-07-12T19:09:00.000+05:30

But two are walking apart forever
And wave their hands for a mute farewell

This probably is my last post for quite sometime.........and I can hardly think what to write.......so mean is this thing called 'leaving all behind'.......okay I am not overly emotional as all the pro-Kolkatan intelligentsia that appear quite frequently in the newspapers when any new issue of renovating an old worn out building appears quite with a sudden brilliance in the minds of the keepers of this city or when a new chain of restaurant tries do business with the epicural fantasy of the citizens...........but what the hell....its been 22 years......which I presume is not a very short time......I leave this Sunday.....and it is a strange feeling........every other alley in my not so pretty neighbourhood speaks of some rather foolish desparado of mine at some point or the other.........the plot of land which supports a new apartment now speaks of the number of cricket matches that used to be the 'end-all and be-all' of the afternoons.....the closely spaced houses now black and bleak with ages that used to be our 'kite-flying' venues as soon as September arrive........the not so sober kids of the encroached strip of land as our rivals..............the school......the horrendous bus rides and the spine chilling competition associated with it....................the ever-so-ludicrous crushes and their fallouts......the way I used to be all beckoning with its wonderous lullably as if to imply specifically that I am leaving all these behind............and I don't have the right words to say..........well......I guess there are times when poetry can actually surpass the need of words.....so I can come up with these few lines which I had read long time back..........which somehow holds more meaning to me than the do's and dont's behind the flight ticket................

"Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever."

....Tennyson

Evolving as a professional......

2007-07-07T20:22:00.000+05:30

Right....its only eight days left for me before I start a new life......which I believe is a decent way to say that in a matter of eight days I would actually be employed... you know....people always talk about different
phases of life.......milestones....turning points....and I always used to listen to them without paying much heed to all those
high sounding monotones which somehow lacks the more lively harmonics of sound........okay I accept...back then it was
kinda boring and following my rather caustic sense of humour....had received quite a bit of silent slanders from me......yeah back then....its funny actually how I describe these events that had occured not more than three weeks ago as 'back then'....its even more ludicrous as how these few weeks seem to make me much older than I actually am.......and the transformation
has been in different stages.....first there was this odd sense of excitement about going to a new city and the unlimited amount of freedom of having a new apartment of your own where it is upto you to decide wether the drapes would be light green or dark chrome........where you can indulge in a lot of things that is somehow not so convenient right now.....then there was these outrageous rumors about all the million things under the sun and our frenzy of actually involving into it even if we knew there is hardly any shred of reality into it.......and we plunge ourselves among the confusing labyrinth of the internet to gather even more 'dirt' and meaningless possibilities out of them...and somehow all these internet hunts never seem to yeild anything other than a collection of ads about "find your love compatibility"....."matrimonials"...."find out who is waiting for you" or "hundreds of jobs for you".....I think you know what pops out every time you log out of your mail.....I remember searching for the actual status and position of the company I was going to join and I ended up in the webpage of a guy who is actually working there and following a link in that page I had somehow landed somewhere displaying the vital stats of a number of actresses working in a number of B-movies.......so I decided to give it a break and as usual chatted about this whole 'talk in the air' with an equally baffled and confused friend of mine......so the next stage is serious contemplation about the pros and cons of all the options available at hand and it never fails to surprise me how every time the options other than what I had selected seem to be carrying more 'sense' and 'wisdom'......and the situation worsens with each passing day untill more out of frustration of being rather helpless, we actually buy the tickets for flight...and ultimately reconcile to the beleif on the certain entity called the 'faith' and decide just to 'get on with it'...and refuge under the umbrella of the big name that the company has........that marks the fourth stage......okay...there were few uphill moments in this so called transformation like a number days of getting wasted in a friend's joint......few old school reunions.....and stuff like that untill one fine evening it actually dawned upon us it is infact the end of our days of tattered shorts having horrendous brands.....worn out jeans....round neck T-shirts and cheap cigerettes and we indulge in several days of window shopping and couple of days of actually bying few varieties of them....albeit much cheaper and that too wonderfully synchronized with the time of n percent discount on every purchase and baits like 'buy one and get one free'....thanks to all those considerate businessmen successfully plotting an economic imperialism under the banner of 'SALE' just by swapping the tag of lets say 'Rajababu shirts' with...err...'John Miller' or 'Turtle'.......basically just a western name..........then comes the difficult and the more painful stage when our wonderfully dreamy and excited parents actually transfer years of their savings into our own personal account to help us 'stand on our feet'....basically a carte-blanche or a free ticket for being the prodigal son......and when even that is over....its only eight days left.......and all you can do is to make promises like quitting the fag which you are sure not to comply with and just sit before the internet.....and go on refreshing the pages of orkut as pictures after picture of our 'friends' change with each hour and suddenly you decide to jot these wonderfully wasting and ofcourse tiring train of thoughts which even you are sure no body would care to acknowledge with even a rude dismissive comment....so its just you and your counting days.......

The thing about i-phone.....

2007-07-05T21:05:00.000+05:30

Communication redefined................for 600 dollars!!!

Theres always some irony if you can't have it!!!

Corporate

2007-07-05T20:55:00.000+05:30

Okay how about this...????

Being Aquatic....

2007-07-04T19:55:00.000+05:30

Well now I feel what Tom Hanks felt in the Castaway......I mean its monsoon in Kolkata( as if you don't actually know) and its been two days since the city is having serious excretory disorder......and its rather difficult to surmise why havent we developed webbed feet by this time......I mean we are told that necessity is indeed the mother of creation....but I guess we all are somewhat hoaxed by what is much endearingly known as the 'drainage system'......yah right the drainage system.....thanks to beautiful nature of we Kolkatans to address things more humbly than they actually are....as a result we do have to put up with a lot of grin and a little scorn all the bemusing variety of things like the strike....the cricket match.....the not-so-encouraging muddy soccer matches.....and now the sad reminiscences of what used to be streets in sunnier and more predominant days of the year.......as it is, its now all water.....and we actually manage to derive sufficient amount of solace and......what...fraternity ??.....from the fact that we are not the only one....thanks to the equally efficient drainage system exhibited on the other side of the country in the commercial capital..........and if you have way too much free time to switch on the radio.....you know sometime you actually get bugged of the more fashionable service of visual media that the television promises to provide...just for sake of.....well romanticism....nostalgia....and err......a break.......you can actually come across an amazing collection of rhetoric from a number of more fortunate and poetic souls scattered across this 'cultural capital'(oh yes.....bazaars replaced by shopping malls....notes on banishing the tramways......cultural capital indeed) commenting upon the beauty of the rains and the imaginative train of thoughts triggered by it and what are they eating in this endearing month of monsoon.....as if life is short of things to do!!!!But if you think about the taxpaying duties that you performed few months ago that somehow became a part of this 'democracy' and decide to go out for an errand just a few blocks away...you may come up with a scene of domestic water transport which will make the nobles of Venice pluck their beard with envy......its definitely not gondolas here in Kolkata....but people have actually come up with more prudent and materialistic ideas that even the most mundane amenities of life can actually be used for water transport with surprising effectiveness.......automobile tires....dilapidated roofs of hamlets......and the more docile varieties of inflatable rubber canoes all wondering with confused frustration as rows of yellow cabs lined up with half their torso deep down in water.....pedestrians.....to be more specific fellow half-swimmers trudging the wall of water with slowmotion strokes.......slippers floating by.....the crows enjoying a nice cruise upon them....and elderly gentlemen commenting on what the leaders commented upon the 'state' of the city....as if all its residents are suffering from hyperopia.......and then you come up with someone more sympathetic to the 'sorkar'...ie the government and supposed to have a 'politically balanced mind' explaining how our bygone rulers of two hundred years had actually developed the system that Kolkata has to drain out only liquid waste and how the more imbecile citizens use them to dispose their solid wastes as well...and he throws a big packet of jackfruit peels and continues lamenting........well at last you come back to the dry safety of your home and sit by the window overlooking the 'jhupris' and the 'bastis' where the residents had long ago come up to their thatched roofs with most of their belongings and you turn on the radio yet again...this time its "n point n FM"...and you listen to the weather departments amazing prediction of the development of the depression resulting into this many milimeters of rainfall....and what the opposing party leader say about its entire 'infrastructure'.....and more 'civilized' citizens provide immaculate statistical detail of the 'development' of the city's condition over the years.....

Mad among the mountains.....

2007-07-02T20:46:00.000+05:30

Well......following the rather lucid reminiscence that my friend has put on in his latest post (click here to see his post)....suddenly I feel this
urge to follow suite........well I just cant help these sudden fancies that dawn upon me with more ludicrity
than whim........and I end up commiting something which definitely cannot be quoted in "Jerry's Book of Conducts"...
Well I dont really remember what time of year it was.......but it was in the first year of our college.....if that is of any
relevance to our 'adventure' that we did.....but I definitely feel the same stupid thrill that flew down our spine when
me,Bhandari,Nandy and another unfortunate inclusion in our....err....I dont know....group(maybe).....decided to return
from Singtham back to our college by a rather unconventional 'path'......and that paying all tributes to the government of
Sikkim is an overly endearing term.....followed quite out of compulsion due to lack of vocabulary........so if you havent seen
these individuals.... you may define Nandy as a bounty from the boss above....both in length and breadth...and back
then in first year....HUGE!! The other members of this adventure are rather non-descriptive sort having all the spirits of the
world as only guys from the plains suddenly plunged hard among the hills may have...except this aboriginous trait of human
that decided to tag along with us......as usual the precursor of this mad desparado was Bhandari......deciding to break free
from the manacles of normalcy that somehow seem to bog him down and we decided that come what may, its time for
a little hiking...and so we watched with no little apprehension at the narrow winding dirt track by the hill lost in woods
flanked by the ever so turbulent Teesta....and when we actually stepped into the track,it was nothing more than a dusty
shingly trail made more out of necessity by the wood gatheres and their domesticated animals....and we had to dodge a
ridiculous collection of piled up bio-mass shamelessly left by thousand generation of four legged creatures.........so it was over an hour that we trudged along what was still an acceptable edition of a track untill we came upon this point when the way
before us bifercated and both seem to disappear among the stupifying collection of foliage....and we had to stop........
Well perhaps you have been in the middle of an absolute black out somewhere unknown in whichever city you live at the death of the night......if yes then you can only fathom the silence....and nothing else.........the honks of the cabs all died
down in the thin air and all you can hear is your breath...in this case the lullably of the flowing Teesta......and the odd chirpings
of the full fraternity of birds that somehow seem to loose their mind simultaneously at this senseless encroachment upon their
privacy.....well we had to have an excuse to loose ourselves in this madmaze of silence....so we lit up a fag and just sat there
in that deliberate state of comatose untill reason came back and urged us to reconcile to the tickings of the clock.......and the difficult part came......we had to decide which path to take....and Bhandari as usual took the 'wrong' way around if there is anything right about the entire scenario...thanks to his sense of direction....or rather lack of it.....more like a dog with sprinkled pepper on his nose......and we came upon a slide in the bosom of the hill.....we look up and its a wall of trees bent with ages....we look down and its the water of the Teesta churning with her omnipresent rage...we clawed at whatever holding we found......repurcated back by odd varieties of prickly shrubs....our limbs ached...there was earth within our thumbnails and snail slow we went on untill I slipped....much like the movies...and here I was dangling by a thin yet powerful trunk of a tree.....unable to move as wind hit back with a cold fury....bits and pieces of earth rolled back and the adrenaline pumped with insane urgency of survival.....I was afraid...I was thrilled.....I was mad......it was then I saw one of the most beautiful sight in my life.......miles away in the undulating slopes of a distant hill there was a collection of hamlets......bordered by wild varieties of violet flowers....and rows and rows of maize fields and even farther away.......there stood.....with all the monotony of the world a worn out hanging bridge....connecting the hills with the otherside of the world....and here we are
four absolutely freaked out souls staring mindlessly at the single gateway to the same sane civilization that ultimately after yet another hour of wiggling......crawling....dragging and swearing managed to reach.....and after all these years...I can still feel the scars that developed in my hands and the same rush of neurons that had gone through my body........

Let there be Light!!

2007-06-29T15:01:00.000+05:30

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!!!!!???

2007-06-23T19:38:00.000+05:30

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!!!!!

2007-06-20T16:10:00.000+05:30

Join the Beats....

2007-06-20T13:43:00.000+05:30

Okay I came across this fine joint to tap your feet with the beats.....

click here

A Tale Of Two Lives......

2007-06-19T12:46:00.001+05:30

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

2007-06-17T20:56:00.000+05:30

"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....

2007-06-02T23:15:00.000+05:30

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..........

2007-06-01T23:09:00.000+05:30

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....!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!#%^@$*&!!!!#???

2007-05-31T15:04:00.001+05:30

Its surprising how a silent bored observation in a so called 'family' gathering can trigger an amazing train of thoughts........
Its rather difficult to be 'social'....with all the noble virtues associated with the word.......I mean as soon as we break
the umbilical chord, with all our ignorance ,nobody in particular attaches the tag of a 'social beast' on us........and we are so
habituated with it , we dont even feel it.........its like you dont feel you are looking untill you are blind......or you are
breathing untill you stiffle...............but the labour that the designation requires is quite a stress......indeed........
So last night I went for such a gathering.............30th anneversary of someone.........God three decades of 'no respite'....
Its like you are on a train running for three decades and you are out of fags.............but we all are used to reconcile to all
such 'responsibilities'.....and learn to be 'homely'........but thats not the point........well , out of twenty-five odd people I saw....I knew....other than my parents.......only six of them........and by no particular law.....all of them were in some multiples of my age.....a Mathematician would have said {n: n>1;where n is the multiple}.....so lets not toil with all those particular details that Watson was required to provide..............perhaps some of you have been in such a gathering............when you sit sandwitched between a retired government official working throughout his life outside
Kolkata and a Civil Engineer engaged in a number of flyover projects............opposite to a housewife musing quite assiduously
about some weired ice cream mixture.........flanked by couple of little Red Indians fighting over a comic book..............all you can do is try to concentrate upon the only business magazine at the nearby desk and look
through its edges and try to decipher the actual colour of the hair of the plump lady sitting by the corner....her son.....
a JEE /IIT aspirant with horn rimmed glasses.........beard growing like hairs.....clad in a stripe shirt and a green pant.....you
know the sorts........or wonder at the apparent infirmity of 'dieting' upon the girth of some individual associated with the
search of Holy Matrimony..............people have amazing tastes indeed..........
Well there are three things I maintanin in such a meeting......go there....keep a smiling face...indulge in a little conversation as sustained by your apparent ignorance of the wisdom of the world..........secondly.....never ever try to hum your favourite Rock music ......not even subconciously.........and third....the best of all......wait for the second call for dinner.....do some theatrics about how
unwilling you are to sit for the dinner before the 'others'......ultimately succumb to the biddings of your wonderful host......
Like everytime it worked.........and after yet another hours of bulletins from various sources the night air slapped with its rather humid hand........and yet another day rolled in this life of mine...........

Darkness............

2007-05-31T00:11:00.000+05:30

Duh!!....the one who have said this probably never faced a Kolkata power cut at the middle of the night!!!!!!

My scrounges.....

2007-05-28T14:37:00.001+05:30

I came upon this somedays back....just thought about getting it across.......

Don't we all feel the same way...???

Helping hand.......

2007-05-25T19:39:00.001+05:30

Okay....I came upon this fine way to flying colours.......and I have a friend who has a back paper
in few days...................just being a bit helpful......

(Click on the photo to enlarge)

On Philanthropy........

2007-05-25T14:29:00.000+05:30

Right.....call me chauvinist if you want.....but still I guess certain reflections in your life you never seem to regret having..........relax.....we are not indulging into 'hyper-anti-feminine' litany......okay I made that up...but thats an honest effort in absence of the right expression in the dictionary.....what the hell......language isnot somebody's personal belonging shoved deep in some dusty shelf in the west-facing cupboard of his east-facing chamber..........hmmm....too verbose indeed........but then its a free country........So......God is certainly a 'she'........okay I am not a Catholic.......if not a 'she' then certainly the one fancying his luck in a decent roadside coffee joint with a carnation fixed temptingly in the black buttonhole of his 'Armani' extravagance.....most definitely biased towards the 'fairer' sex...............I know girls who call.......quite with the expression of the literate over an old masterpiece....that Behala is in North Kolkata.........even someone thinkingpassing a funeral ground without anything of metal touching your body is 'bad'...........someone for whom a dancing eyelid and the shit of a crow is an omen.....but hey thats not the precursor of this rhetoric.........we all have our 'considerations'.....and considering the considerations it is unfair to consider that all these considerations are infact misconsidered considerations..................too baffling I accept.......Yes we all fall for it........pretty petite beauty asking for your company in absense of her 'better half'.......thats the worst muck you can be stained with.........I mean you are not the French tin can in which someone can pour a decent Russian vodka in absence of the proper bottle........but what the hell........men are destined to bite the apple.........okay so I did.........maybe for a peroid of one hour....but thats not the point.......it was a pit and I fell into it..........straight..............."loads of self slander!!"An interesting philosophy that is missing in this life......as many of you may have realized,observed and reconciled to......is "why cant people leave other people as they are??"....."why everybody has to cater for other people's..........'thoughts'..??"Well it is definitely a society....and man is definitely a 'social' beast.....but there are few things called 'privacy'.....'personal'....bla bla........which, unfortunately ,most of the times mingles into thin air....and here I was......getting inexorable 'knowledge'........for sixty minute of not so soothing Himesh.......about numerous psychological reactions of a woman.......things to avoid to avoid a 'breakup'..........faults of the boy in the event of the 'breakup'.....and lack of 'commitment' in todays'life...........!!So the point is.....rather an advice......if I may...."never ever try to be the French tin can even if there is only a whiff of vodka in the air!!"...............

Few useless things....

2007-05-22T15:56:00.000+05:30

Hmm.....last night I was rummaging through few of my old belongins.....the kind of 'things' you know are definitelyuseless but something prevents you from decorating the streets with them.........yes those 'things'........So among them there was......apart from probably umpteen generation of bugs........this crumpled T-shirt with numerous scribbles and signatures by a felt-tip pen.....definitely the one I put on the last day of school......okay it was touchy and resulted in quite a long silent trip....but thats not the discussion.........there was......well probablymy first glasses...I put them on...and the world was suddenly behind snowflakes which was not cold......so I put them down..............an old 'Wing-Sung' fountain pen which I stole from a friend as a sweet revenge for my broken video gamecassette....that was pretty old......infact quite old.........few pages of the 'Blue book' inside the 'Chity Chity Bang Bang'.....probably a desperate attempt to conceal the biology of those days inside pages of innocence........couple of horrible math test note books......in one I had got 7 out of 50 and in the other a wee bit more.........okay they never saw the light of the day from the night they were shoved deep in that chest......but how does it matter now........a binocular with no lens.........a yard of wire.......and few other tit-bit 'gadgets'.....most definitely the product of a stolen project in one of the 'science exhibitions' to "nurture the imagination of the young minds"........so I remember them all.......quite clearly......maybe not the immaculate date and the day............except one.....an old picture of me.......'surrealistically' fat, fair, the tummy bulging out from beneath the tight fit oversized shirt.....head tilted in one direction.....a Leo Stun Gun slung carelessly over the right shoulder....sitting on a blue tricycle..............I wondered "where is this boy now??"

And I kept everything as they were.......

A thing of beauty......

2007-05-20T12:11:00.000+05:30

One day at Mc D.....................................

Huh....not having a camera phone was never so painful.....I mean here you are still licking your mouth for crumbs unwashed and still you have to bloody search for an almost decent representation of what you had last evening........okay give it to me........thats not fair!!!!

One Day as Taxpayer.....

2007-05-19T23:56:00.000+05:30

When a mountaineer looses his way he has his compass and expertise to navigate him in his plight......a hunter relies on the foliages,dirt tracks and zillions of other signs in the madmaze of trees....madmaze....alright I made that up....but I think the point has been made.........however, with all the technical knowledge one has( considering he is fancy enough to call himself an engineer....or an 'almost engineer').....paying a bill in a government office is not at all easy and is not even slightly less difficult than any of the dares that so proudly ornament an adventure novel......it never is......So today I braved the onslaught of May in Kolkata and decided to be a helping hand by paying the bill for something in a major government building somewhere in Esplanade........okay how do youdescribe a building which seem to cradle almost all varieties of living and non-living beings found in this city......imposing to say the least..........yellow canines with one leg crippled by some ruthless driver.........ambling cops overcoming their boredom by throwing pebbles at the dogs.......petty cons manipulating their maneuvers under the rather lenient supervisions of the cops.......and people...lots and lots of people .....with business I can hardly surmise................it is a fanfare indeed......So for some prehistoric lacuna in the prehistoric system the bill was not posted to us.....and I had to make a duplicate bill by showing them the previous bill and pay the cash........but first I had to find the counter........I found a counter which was rather empty and in which the person was willing to talk.....and I found that I had to go to a completely other section of the building for myjob to be done............it was in the bowels of the great building of smelly teak reeking of old papers and acrid smoke upon inferior quality tea.........and what I saw was a soothing picture of harmony in rapture.........it is Saturday and end of a 'busy' week.......and most of the responsibledrivers of the city had taken a break.....the few 'workaholics' by the bric-a-brac desks was engaged in a number of widely interesting discussions..........receeding hemlines in modern day movies........overnight cricket scores......recipe at the famous food court......probable cure for arthritis......cause of nearsightedness........infirmity of the drainage system.....even mass of the newest satellite.....it is an educated world indeed.......so I had to widen my knowledge in many of the areas by the litany of these fine gentlemen before I got my voice heard....only to be herded for "counter number 6"......which was .....unfortunately unlabelled and beyond locked doors due to be opened at 11.00 a.m..........what can I say ...its just Murphy's Law........for after a rather smooth migration between counters ,it was my fate to be ,after scores of jabbing of shoulders and choosen expletives, facing a queue of fifty other men...and women like me........and here I was.......clad in a loosely held jeans and T-shirt behind the full fraternity of smelly armpits,prickly beard and faded blouse with the underwear peeking by the sides....much to my dismal............and after two hours of rather epileptic movements when I emerged victorious from the counter,with the bill in hand with the 'paid' stamp upon it........I was never so proud to be the taxpayer

Funny thoughts..

2007-05-17T12:19:00.000+05:30

Let me take this oportunity to take back my word.......
I had said....rather with the ignorance of a toad within a well....that it is indeed a small world....
in reality it is just the opposite....and starkly opposite for the records.....its just that a bulging
pocket makes it look smaller..............
So yesterday I went to a friend's place....the kind of friend you would rather not get mucked with...but
what the hell ..its again Murphy poking his rather extended a nose in your life.......and you just cant
help falling for it...........
Its May in Kolkata and it does take a lot of guts to brave the mayhem of May....and brave I was..so I
got out .......well what do you call the exercise that requires the flexibility and mastering of probably
all the muscles starting down from the pelvic girdle along with a decent manipulation of your hands in
a 'tin can' yellow cab that so ornately ornaments the streets of Kolkata.......yes it was a short enough
ride in a 'shuttle' taxi which would certainly not incite a decent memory of the crush you had in a spa
last year but yes, it was a decent 'united effort' to the destination along with several other 'office goers',
'family men' and well not so descriptive individuals....but certainly not hots ladies................
So here I was....standing quite aimlessly in a crossroad...........
An interesting thing you can find in your life is that how people often....deliberately or subconsiously....
name their favourites........sons....daughters....pets....novels.......even streets in a way which is
hardly a shadow of their self.....some rumpled up con in the country penitentiary named after a saint...
a perpetually old yellow dog named Angel.........a pimply obese girl named after some mythological
goddess of beauty........a street which has clearly seen the ashes of time still called Notun Rastaa(The New Road)..

So here I was strolling lazily at the misnomer of a New Road and waiting for a phone call after which I ended
up....quite exhausted before the house that cradles my friend.........and lo....here he was.....
with his perpetual comical self of the smilling Buddha...along with another vagabond of our lot with
prickly beard and glasses even thicker than mine.......however the surrounding had.....quite shamelessly
the air of someplace other than my own neighbourhood.........it was a place that still has few scum covered
ponds with dead crows stuck in the net laid above it for some reason left unsurmised.......few coconut trees
with no nuts........a huge banyan tree....like the one you can find in many of the psychadellic rock band posters......and feilds.....where people still enjoy the luxury of outdoor madness.......
A little room crammed with computer......and computer peripherals....and a window.........
And beyond it there was even more pond ...with a tree bending down with 'Robert Frost' kindness......
and dark dank bushes reeking of dark dank foliages.....the sky was gloomy and the rather grey scene had...
much to my surprise.....the pang of a call unknown.....and we had a discussion of the things to be done by me while leaving this city in couple of months time...............................

It was a good trip......

p.s. Picture taken from his own web album

Just an after thought....

2007-05-14T23:03:00.000+05:30

Doing nothing is a difficult business.......indeed it is....
I mean right now I am sitting by a device which promises to open the gates
of the world by few 'rat-tat-tat' keystrokes but all I can manage is just
staring by the escritoire , listening to 'Led Zep' and thinking about the weather and wondering at
the amazing sustainability of cockroaches for all these years(courtsey: The Telegraph;Sunday 13th May 2007)...

'Shit'....I mean 'shit'....why can't I be a bit more warm blooded.......why cant I get my butt in some
'productive' venture and contribute towards the 'common good'.......well when God made me it was definitely winter
in the heavens......and here I am wondering with newfound disdainful amazement "what do I do in an average day?"
Trust me the reflection is never to be included in Aesop's fables or "Zillion ways to success" or any
of those acclaimed chronicles that cradle a 'bright' prospect.......getting up from bed was never easy.....
even at times when the sun is high and furious...only to find a number of "missed call alerts" in my phone....few wee loafs with scrambled egg....poor bird,if only she knew
who benefits from her toils..........get myself busy in 'concentrating' upon few errands which promises a
quiet smoke in the shade......its already one in the afternoon..........and a mouthfull of lunch succeeded by yet another nap......and the day is almost gone...........so the more 'formal' and 'wise' factions of the society
urges me for increased dilligence in my efforts......in no time it yeilds a dismissive "point taken" type
rhetoric and I continue the way I so dislike.....much to my releif......and few friends call for a 'meet up'....and I turn them down with my "ever so busy" monologue.....and few relatives invite ....and I give them my
"ever so tied up" enlightment...........I am counting the days for no particular happening...that is the virtue
of getting 'technical'.....and it was never so heavy.....for all these years I was groomed to make up the nation's
brickwork for future...and the day is not far.......

And I take a large scoop of ice-cream.........

Cool Guy and Kolkata...

2007-05-12T20:29:00.000+05:30

This evening I had the audacity of deviating from my custom sojourn
and step outside into the world that this great city promises to provide.....
I had the invitation to visit a 'rock show' by one of my very old friend......"for ol' times sake!!"
So at this point I might add.....with sufficient satisfaction that I am quite a bit of
appreciator of the category of music which some guy with fancy had called 'rock'.....but only in
a way allowed by middle class bengali 'decency'(with all apologies to those who differ)......
it was somewhere in a dusty little feild with few glaring lights and modest stageshow as
sustained by humble pockets of few high school kids,fewer college students and even more reluctant
'authorities that be'........definitely not in or around 'park street' for the records.....
So a sultry afternoon saw me kicking some pebbles at the not so crowded curb waiting for my
ol' buddy to appear......and appear he did.......quite admiringly according to what I call
CST a.k.a KST(Kolkata Standard Time)....that is to say forty five mintutes later.....however
even after a stale mouth by rounds of lonely smoke it is good to see an ol' friend....and for
few minutes we indulged in the kind of conversation which only many years of separation can produce.....
and only after that we stepped into the arena where the 'show' was organized........and we met his
friends..........and wondered 'where was I??'
Here I was.....beaming uncomfortably at "hey dude"..."hi buddy"..."wassup mate(pronounced as a nasal 'm-a-i-t')
......even "hi junky"...."be mine".....and I-duno-what assertions.....with a lot of the 'f-word' in front...
in between.......after.....and around each syllable......its a small world indeed......!!
And the dresses.....oh yes the attires......pimply high school kids probably getting their pants wet by
late night B-movies...dressed in worn out shirts over full sleeve Tees...the Cobain way.......even
younger petite 'girls' with nothin much to fancy about getting themselves eager to be 'cool'.....and
a strong minority among them with piercing in various places.......and I realized its really not
the same.....and the 'show' started........well I am not here to describe a stageshow.......I can
only respect the 'effort' and a really strong effort for that matter,put forward by kids not even my peer...
but one thing I wondered.....considering the geographical position of our nation.......and rather uncomfortable
luxury of excess of sun ....is it too necessary to be dressed up the 'bad-ass' way with hairs tangling
with months of dandruff and reeking with old sweat? Maybe.....maybe that makes one 'cool'..........
So the show ended and the crowd mitigated......but to my wonder a similar albeit much dimunitive
group gathered around the shop by the corner and here they were .....munching with pre-historic
finesse ..at the hot 'radhaballavi' and even hotter 'cholar daal'.....with few sips of tea in a 'bhaar'.....
and I realized....quite thankfully....'not everything has changed'.....

The EC story....

2007-05-11T16:02:00.000+05:30

Following my friend's rather ornate illustration of being Electronics and Communication
Engineer(click here to view his blog),I decided, with all my 'expertise','specialized knowledge'
and reminiscences,to improve upon the illustration .....much the same way we used to dwell upon
quite confusing variety of 'design' problems and ultimately used to commit....with all the
sobriety of a preist at a baptism....to our rather extendable memory........highly extendable indeed...

So electronics and communication engineer........a rather imposing name as far as a hefty dowry is concerned....
but hey, lets not dwell upon that alley....we have time for that as well........
The first few instances would yield....with all the rosy fancies....all the technologically immaculate
scenes of a plush lab....gleaming state-of-the-art facilities and promises of wisdom.......but then we are
the 'cream' of the college.....and to obtain this rather proud edifice....the path is not of feather......
we toil to be the best........almost........so as I was saying...there are several hurdles we had to pass....
just like a metal has to pass through the fire.....labs that speak of middle aged torments....even weirder ways
to surpass them......manipulations....theatrics......ignorance.....its all part of the deal......and the lab notes........if Holmer would have seen the way we maintained records...he would have surely plucked his beard
in envy as his creation would certainly have looked like a mere scrap on a leaf........but then it takes a lot
to be an engineer.......and there would be several 'economy edition' of the same lab notes.......for as I say
"dire and immediate necessity..."

We were the 'other' section....not the one that used to have the bulk of the grey matter.....but the one that
used to fetch marks........much to the chagrin of the other more wise section......but you dont need much
grey matter when you have a spacious brain(doesnt matter even if it is empty).....and boy we used our brain....
maybe not for the conventional use..........and hey it would certainly be unfair to say we had no breaks......
for that matter we had many...thanks to our two able CRs(well its for you to decide the full forms).......its 11.30
in the morning and we used to greet the other students in sleepy sheepish smiles....and return to our reveries...for its an off day for us to study.......what do you expect? we are E&C........the best!!!

And then the semester comes....and we return to our chambers.....day in day out .....beyond cigarrete smokes and sheafs of A4s, you
can make out cowering figures looking at no where in particular.....fixed in their typical postures of concentration and murmuring
texts with implicit accuracy.......and the section known for its frustrating silence when the teacher asks questions has most of its
inmates holding the sceptre of 'distinction' with unmitigated pride.......we are the best indeed........

So now when we are nearing the end of our journey ...we 'think' with all the sense of sanity we used to posess...about
our 'engineering' days.......the thing that comes into my mind is "if you can get the job done with resources you know
wont last,time you know wont suffice and knowledge you know is not adequate then you already have become an engineer..."

One Step Closer.......

2007-05-10T19:24:00.000+05:30

People generally think,with all their wisdom set upon their faces like
dun coloured scum on stagnant waters,that diligence has its virtues......
well people are not always right.........
As I have mentioned,yesterday our 'major project' ended,which brought this
mysteriously interesting rhetoric between me and my project partner which I had
not fully understood but nevertheless put forward in my previous post........today
we got the certificate(yet another one) which somehow seems to be more important than us
in person........so after few questionable days of idlized litany in a building of teak
and old roaches,which is the closet description I can manage of our 'office' we actually got one
step closer to be 'certified engineers'.....and the feeling is satisficing as always......for what
more do you expect when few episodes of childish hide n seek among the mazes of shelves,convenient ignorance and forgetfullness yeilds you the same or almost the same outcome as that obtained by many of our fellow
batch mates by four full months of tiresome silence or in some cases absolute assiduousness......and
even in some cases some of the fairer and more idealistic traits among the horde prefer keeping themselves
'in the good books' even on Sundays(God whats the world coming to...!!!!)
So the point is,we are not lazy,or even idle for that matter....its just that we have the ability and freedom
to do nothing......take for example the sloth.......well after all these years we may safely deduce
that ......with all its sophistry removed....the objective of life is to 'live'......which the sloth does
wonderfully well just by doing nothing....and the poor ant....or the poorer carnivours toil with all four(or six or whatever....ask a zoologist) to do the same simple thing .....live.....

So every year a decent proportion of the nation's 'would be' engineers follow the same wonderful path that
we did.......and the thought was never more pleasing...............

On our Project Completion....

2007-05-09T19:38:00.000+05:30

My chat with my project partner (whose name is better left undisclosed) this evening.........today was
officially the last day of our "major project" and we never knew what was it all about....
The conclusion was a relief indeed.......
And people have their own ways to celebrate the relief......

The chat:

Man: kalllllll jhabbe
cert rsaeagy
reay
redu
ready
santanu: ki...????????
Man: hyoi[eeeeee
makeb phb morlo
mame ph kolro
santanu: ki bolchis???
mame..??
Man: amkmowem p h lorlo
santanu: abey!!!!!
Man: amkeb mp kprlo
santanu: thik kore bol...
Man: amkej pojbn kprlo
santanu: ke ki phone korlo...kake phn korlo..??
Man: amwk ew p j korlo
caner see
santanu: ew p...??????
wat d hell!!!??
Man: amke;l
oph me|
phn me;'
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santanu: kichchu bujhchi naa..........
thik kore typ kor
Man: oh kor
amnneyb phb kor
jkim holo
Man: amr plog bor
mar bo p[or
ive ibnlkcude myn snap[
p[dofkkkkkkkk
aashfaps]
fafa
fgvad]assafkas
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afabf;as
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faffasfalfanm
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afsdga
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Man: kierl;
bno;oe
oiro
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asd
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'dfas
'dsf
dsf
dsf'
dsf
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jkirw
sala
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santanu: ki.....????????
Man: nsa
'sala.........
bhabisuh na,.
amims ala..............ctsdv er ma9il awe
bl;soidm [pror
oko9k cmioemt ,aitis
sala................, eakjak; mal jkhawa....kopshetr ..............
mennn uy
n auyagb
sala
hostel e khav i]baro'
santanu: uffffffffff.......................
Man: ei jan isjh.mar ex bole.......abar tenew kopro.
amiboloam.lproe kotha hobe
bara.sddk;fj

Sent at 7:31 PM on Wednesday
Man: jierjjj
jir
we
kire
eji
jire
jr
es
Sent at 7:34 PM on Wednesday
Man: ebar sa vjk

Nothing justifies the name of my blog more....

P.S. ANY HELP TO DECRYPT IS APPRECIATED.......

Rear View Mirror.....

2007-05-06T19:57:00.000+05:30

Its funny how I never seem to get past those four useless years..........

The reason.....

2007-05-04T22:31:00.000+05:30

This evening I had the fancy to change my daily routine.....I decided not be online
bugging other buggers......so I sat down with an old weekly thinking no particular thoughts
and paying no great attention to what was scribbled on it..............however,for once I
happened to glance down upon it and wow.....I mean WOW......its amazing how people spend their
leisure...and they actually enjoy doing them.......as if life is short of things to do.......

So it said .....in rather overly endearing terms of an old crone by her newlyborn grandson......
someone had actually researched and surveyed why people used expletives......and why people almost felt happy about it....
He was somewhere from the west(what more can you expect...a sudden appearance of the sun after months of
murky clouds can trigger a lot of fancies).......what the hell!!I mean why on earth would you use expletives??
Some things you just accept....it happens.....you use the 'f-word' when you are pissed,when you are happy,when you are drunk......bloody when not!!!??Whats the point in thinking why you use it??As if some disciplinary committee of some high school may design a diction to 'solve' the habit!!And following this train of outrageously useless thoughts I came upon...in my mind of course...a scene from our very own hostel which has cradled me
for four long years and trust me ,done wonders to my vocab.......it was some lazy hazy days in the labyrinth
of the Boys' Hostel....and somewhere within the bowels of the building in some room filled with cigarette smoke and loud music and a handful of shabbily cladded boys divided into two groups ....one backing a skinny balding guy uttering with attrocious finesse and velocity the most unheard of expletives(yeah Banerjee,my finger points at you)....and the other more smirking group hiding their grins under the mask of sobriety like a corrupted Pope and trying to be rational at some poor fellow cowering with a rue look of a lame and skinned yellow dog.....
and only one individual cunnigly manipulating the later to retaliate against the verbal onslaught(yeah,Bhandari
whom else do you think I mean??).....................so the point is you be a part and thoroughly enjoy the monologues of the vice...........it is rather immaterial and a useless quest to think if there is any mathematically
immaculate reason behind it............it is as simple as "you get infinite when you divide by zero,so don't divide by it at all"........the more wiser sections of the society may well scoff down upon with more disgust than a buffalo upon a sausage.....but the truth is ....you use expletives because "it works".....and thats all you need to know......