Gorahs save the world......

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

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

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

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

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

Office on a Typical Day!!

Long Time No Non-Sense!!!!

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.

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