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

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............

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

My scrounges.....

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







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

Helping hand.......

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........

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....

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......

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.....

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..

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....

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...

 

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....

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.......

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....

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;'
|
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
basfdl
as
fafvadsfsafdaf
fdaofaf
a]fafa
afasf
afabf;as
asfafas
faffasfalfanm
afbaf
afsdga
fafadf
asfaef,as
fasfgas;'fsfsaf
Man: kierl;
bno;oe
oiro
por]
k
lk
asd
'fdas
'dfas
'dsf
dsf
dsf'
dsf
fd'
'f
sd'
jkirw
sala
a
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.....

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

The reason.....

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......

Shit Happens....

All the time

Indeed
For more shit click here

Murphy was a wise guy.....

Don't be conspicuous. In the combat zone, it draws fire. Out of the combat zone, it draws sergeants.

Get yourself enlightened here

Mathematics...

"Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted."..Einstein

Its just a bad day...

Moment of glory....

Reflections.....

Well,call it my whim....which is actually true, I am in a rather reflective mood......if that is the word
that dscribes what I felt last day..........so we went out for a day as only a middle class Bengali can
do.......we thought of an 'outing' as only middle class bengali can think........a gentle riddance from
hassles.....and all the botherings that one may readily find in any of these 'intelligent', 'sentimental'
and ostentatiously acclaimed novelists' publishings..............so after atleast four years I realized that a scientifically recognized day actually starts much before 10.00 a.m, and the sunrays are not always keen to bear down upon the anvil of asphalt.....and boy, people generally indulge in a deep slumber at 5 in the morning........

So we hailed a cab and set off for the station.........we flew through the 'red road' flanking the now jeopardized race course and the thoughts flew.........the early morning was not yet sadist,the breeze of the night had scatterd the yellow I-dont-know-what flowers upon the ground, the sunrays streamed through the I-dont-know-what trees like urchin peeping from behind a tatterd curtain,few crows hasd started their dalily ordeal of finding El Dorado amidst the ashes of time,it was a new day in this confusingly 
ugly city, and a meaningless happiness filled my heart.......let us be a bit philosophical and allow me to 
consider that I have seen,without 
all its sophistry and ornate add-ons where I live......and trust me I was never more satisfied..........even when I passed a petrified garbage bin the same meaningless sense of euphoria was a part of me and I felt happy that I was a part of this 'hassle'.......but then ,I thought I will be leaving all these and head onto some other place ,a better planned city with more convenience.....and the thought left feelings in my heart........................

apprehension......................
excitement..............................
emptiness.....................................