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

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

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

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

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.......