Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Learning lessons, Turning pages

Scars of the past, in my head
Dissatisfied, yet fulfilling
Alone, without a breach
I gush to another destination.

A year full of surprises and shocks, utmost highs and deepest lows, so much planning and organizing.
And now, 2009, time to implement, time to act to achieve what I planned for.

Is it what I want? I do not know.
But should I not achieve, I shall let hearts down.
Which is not what I want. Thus the chase. My name has already been enrolled for the rat-race; all I have to do now is run the race, because if I don’t run, there is no-way I shall win.

So, I shall be the rat.
I shall chase my cheese
So that I feed my tummy later
And don’t have to beg or please.

The year where I shall graduate, 2009 shall be full of some more sweet sour memories. Leaving Ruia college will hurt, but finally having a degree and be called a graduate at the age of 19 should be unusual.

So, there you go, I am ready.

With me there is sufficient facility
Within me there is infinite capability
Before me there is endless possibility
Around me is boundless opportunity
Why should I fear?

Saturday, December 27, 2008

7 Random things again

I have done this one, actually this was my first tag ever.

But Disguise tagged me and I love her so much that I couldn't say no. So, here it is girl.
7 random facts about me.

1. I am going to the beach with my parents and some other families tomorrow! It should be a helluva experience! I can't wait to make a sand-castle. [that is why I am going :-D ]

2. My last annual festival in my college got done on 24th. I did not cry when it ended, because it did not sink in, but now even if I think of it, I feel all low :-( I don't want to leave Ruia :-(

3. People who read me are all lovely people, but it so sad to know that so many don't comment! My college friends come up here and message me their feed-back and do not click on that comment button! Why, I do not know. This is one chance to tell me. Also, I am not comment hungry, even if I get none, I shall be equally happy.

4. I hate treating blogger like a social networking site. I will be frank enough to tell that. There are just a few people with whom I socialise because we share that kind of bond. period.

5. I don't want 2009 to come. It is going to be decisive n difficult and I am not sure if I am ready.

6. I am a phone-keeda! I talk and talk and even if I wanna stop, continue talking! I just made a new record, maximum time on phone with a girl on STD, 1 hour 44 minutes with Sachi. I <3 you ladki! :-)

7. I don't like the number seven. And like I confessed in Diu's blog, I find 6 and 9 absolutely cute! My lucky number is 2 though.

So, there is it. I tag anyone who has not done this one or wants to do it again.

P.S. To know what women want, read what I wrote here.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008


The celebrations of the arrival of lord in our world are very thanda this year. We can see people skipping the midnight mass and staying put, which is both good and bad as I see. Good, coz they are spending much time with family and valuing each others company. Bad, coz somehow it gives a feeling of surrendering to fear. Anyway, the events that happened in the country lately have had an effect on every celebration.

My annual college fest almost got called off. We had to plead to the princi so much for not losing out on it in our last year. Plus, we organized a peace concert instead of the usual gig; which was just what it should be, peaceful :-)

St. Paul’s cathedral, kolkata, had its usual mass yes, but they distributed black wrist bands to all devotees as a mark of protest against terrorism.

My own city has probably been worst hit, Christmas parties canceled, carols not sung, churches empty :-( city after 8pm empty, suspicion in everyone’s eyes, no Santa on the road, no massive list of Christmas shopping, no eating vodka cake coz Joe uncle called off his party :-(

We canceled our New Year party, coz it didn’t feel like celebrating and dancing all night.

Country mourning, we protesting, attending rallies, skipping parties, all our lives definitely affected.

And yet,

A software engineer was beaten to death because he refused to financially contribute in Mayawati’s birthday celebrations.

My question
Why do politicians exist in any state?
To introduce, reform, direct, re-direct, to voice ‘our’ opinions in the parliament, to represent us.

Very sad that it has reduced to birthday celebrations and election rallying with some disoriented young volunteers.

May peace be conferred upon this land
Please give sadh-buddhi to my country-men.

Praise the lord!

Thursday, December 18, 2008


I don’t usually deal with much document work. But today I had to collect my passport from the post-office. Postman uncle had come home twice and on both occasions left notes. No-one is home from 9-4, thus the non-availability. But, it was high time I went and collected my govt. authorized document that would enable me to fly overseas.

So, I left home at 9 and then began my hunt of the post-office. Weird how we college-goers ignore places of general importance. Anyway, I asked shopkeepers and random people on the road and everyone seemed pretty amused at the fact that a localite was lost :P Nevertheless, found it in one corner of the CIDCO office and walked in.

I spoke to the post-master, he called the man responsible for my area and then after some random formalities there it was the document for which I had waited for about a year, my belonging, my very own, passport! But something stood in middle of me and it,

My parents had warned me about this. And they had actually said that if there are any signals from the man; give up some-money; “because we don’t wanna lose out on important letters.”
“But why bribe? We are doing it all legally and have made all the payments!”
“They shouldn’t ask you because you are a student, but, you never know”
“What if I refuse to pay? He will still have to give my passport.”
“Don’t be stupid. Do as I say”
“But I don’t want to give money; that is his duty!”
“I know and I agree with what you are trying to say beta, but its our documents or other notifications that are on stake. Apart, it is hardly some money.”
“But is it about the amount?”
“Do you always have to argue?”
*grumpy face*
“See girl, this has happened to us before. Because we refused to give them diwali [reward money on a hindu festival] at our old house, they didn’t deliver something and because of that, some delay led to us paying a very heavy amount as fine. So, listen to me, give him this” said daddy slipping a note in my hands.

I stayed mum then. All those arguments came rushing back to me now. And as I stood across that table, I was reminded of my dad’s words. Postman's guilty eyes were penetrating me and my conscious just didn’t want to encourage something I have spoken so strongly against at various occasions.

There was a huge line behind me, of people wanting to talk to the post-master. Commotion was building up; everyone was looking at me and the postman. All I could think about was the gateway peace rally and how we had talked about being good citizens. It was cold and my palms were sweating.

I lost. I chose to be a good daughter.
Papa, are you happy now?

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Now Showing - Taare Zameen Par

People who know me in and out might be surprised to see me talking of movies. Well, I am not actually interested in the motion pictures, and the ‘craze’ associated with them is beyond me. But having seen this one movie n number of times, my opinion of movies has definitely seen a change. TZP is lot beyond just shooting, stating, singing, dancing, laughing, crying, drama, forcing fake emotions on people, celebrity fever or having multiple big names.

It is about understanding and making others understand, beyond the barriers of language. I recommended it to one non-Hindi speaking friend and she couldn’t find a version with captions and yet, understood the movie. There can possibly be no-one who hasn’t identified with any part, despite it having a complex theme [which is relevant among people of all age groups].

The beauty of colours,
The fact that every-one has something special,
Simple, relevant, elegantly carved dialogues,
And the inexplicable serene calm when you find that one person who understands you..

The Music is another ultimate stroke of brilliance.
When Kholo Kholo is a masterpiece; there is no one who can resist tears during ma,
Then there is Jame Raho’s panic and the title track’s splendor,
Mera Jahan is everyone’s dream song; Ishaan’s theme and the background scores just add to the radiance of the entire act.

With all of this, the ultra-sexy animations are just ‘wow’; they make you wonder about the scope of creative aptitude.

I know I am a little too late for a typical ‘review’, but I had to write on my appreciation for the script writer, director, actors and other crew. Just because this film has made me realize that movie-making is definitely not a kid’s job. I am currently watching its first television premier on Zee TV and I had watched it in its 1st week when my brother came down to India last time. Thus, extra added memories and more emotions attached to it.

Everyone has an Inu hidden in them. That’s what makes them relate to the concept.

Ending with one of the many dialogues that leave a mark on your minds,

ख्याल करना…बहुत ज़रूरी है Mr. Awasthi. इसमें इलाज की शक्ति हैं..एक मरहम हैं जिससे दर्द मिटता है..बच्चे को तस्सली हो जाती हें की कोई उसका ख्याल करता हें..एक आद झप्पी..प्यार भरी पप्पी..यह दिखने को की, 'मैं ख्याल करता हूँ…बेटा मैं तुमसे प्यार करता हूँ…अगर कोई फिकर हो तो मेरे पास आयो..क्या हुआ जो तुम फिसले, कोई गलती हुई तो मैं हूँ ना'…यह दिलासा…ख्याल करना… ख्याल करना इस्सी को कहते हैं ना Mr Awasthi? बहुत अच्चा लगा ये जानके के आप Ishaan का ख्याल रखते है.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

This night that never ends...

You like them
They don‘t like you back.
You need them
They don’t need you back
They leave
And all you do is

For them to take notice
For them to call
Just cling onto all the memories, all the fun times
Force your needs upon them
They suffocate, they quit
And you still don’t stop haunting their lives.

They don’t wanna make things messy
But do they understand you?
Do they realise
What they mean to you?

And then realization strikes

And start your desperate attempts to act like you don’t care

But the truth remains

No matter how many girly parties you attend
how many vodka shots you gulp
No matter how much you bitch
you tell yourself that you ‘deserve better’
No matter how much you stare at the screen of your phone
And how many hours you stand at the door
No matter how much you wish with all your heart that you hear from them one last time..

They don’t trace their path back

And you continue your endless directionless wait
Every passing day....

P.S. To every girl that still waits,
Yes, patience is a virtue. But do you deserve being treated like that?
I have learnt
Love yourself
And the world will follow suit.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

My City is burning

And that makes me cry.

Never before in my whole life
Have people endlessly messaged me to "stay put"
Has an exam being canceled coz its NOT SAFE TO TRAVEL
Has the first local not run
Has the BSE be shut in the mid of the week
Has firing occurred at CST in the mid of the night
Has Times Now not delivered live news
Has My City waited patiently for all of it to end for fourteen hours
Have 11 locations under the arms of Mumbra ma been directly affected
Has The Taj breathed smoke
Has Hemant Karkare, Ashok Kamte, Vijay Salaskar and 8 other Mumbai police personnel not fought back
Have we seen people carrying hell lotta ammunition and shooting indiscriminately
Has the posh-est part of my city felt fright
Have people being butchered like animals
Have some 20 odd lads
affected the life of a regular mumbaikar

I have failed to understand
failed to find words
failed to calm down.

Why has My City being taken so much for granted?

How much do we have to pay?

When can we finally be free?

Friday, November 21, 2008

X-chromosomes, Sex-chromosomes..




All these and there are many more shades of Us that are even beyond your frame of imagination.
And now these shades shall be let loose. For Ourselves.

No need to explain to any-one what we might be upto,
No 'moral policing'
No fake masks worn to
hide the scars that life makes onto our faces..

No use of asterisks to hide our cuss words,
No theme, its random!
No signs for you to map, the way our brain works..
No rhythm, no tandem.

We are the Satanic-bitches
On our genes we believe.
No fate, no god, no asumption-presumption buisiness
We carve the path we ought to lead.

Nuff said, there is nothing else you need to know,
Watch-out for us,
you shall sure miss something.

The place where all the action shall happen is contributed by,
Trinaa : The love of my life! :-P
Anindita : My Siamese Twin :-D
Aayushi : The Golden girl :-)

Ladies n [gentle] men,
Presenting to you, Our baby;

Monday, November 17, 2008

Poona Puna Poone Poonay Poohne PUNE!

The city

where 75% population is under 30,
and accomodation is available plenty;
non-marathi speakers fall in trouble,
love stories shatter like a bubble;
Where education is ‘popular’,
Mango mastani simply spectacular!
And common-wealth games is called ‘Yuva krida mahotsav’....

Traffic rules do not exist,
People are absolutely not sexist;
Strange messages put up on puneri patya,
The yummiest varan-bhat, taak, bhakar-wadi and surdichya wadya;
Public transport is most low-geared,
If you don’t wear a scarf, you are considered weird;
Walk-in Plaza, KP, Camp, SB road, Law and FC,
People come to visit the university....

A little clean,
a little crowded,
a little pleasant,
a little comfortable,
sometimes very un-managable;
abundance and lack of sense
but a worthy experience.

Welcome to the city where dreams dwell

Welcome to Pune!

Yes, I am back. And apart from the food and hectic schedule, I loved this visit.
For people who did not understand; ask specific doubts :-D I will LOVE to explain :-P

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Festival of...

Diwali is festivals of lights, of life, of togetherness, of celebration, of shopping, of forgiving, of holidays, of meeting friends, of making friends, of victory of the good over the bad, of crackers and what not....

I would say, Diwali = Festival of FOOD! [snacks majorly]
and heres the reason why...

I am eating so much that I am surprized on my own eating capabilities :-D But who the hell looks at all this unlimited sexy food being at home!
I made a rangoli-alpana for my neighbour for my neighbour's entrance door [Photo on Facebook] and she gave me 10 Karanjies!!! I mean, Thank-you aunty, do you have a backdoor? :-P

I have had a brilliant Diwali and even-better Kali puja this season..
How is your's going?

Some more pictures,
Some of my self-made diya collection :-)

So, make the most of it.
And for people who are working, Skip work man, we do it all round the goddamn year!
Wishing you all, heartfelt,

Sunday, October 26, 2008


Yes, the golden post done and now is the time to talk about you,
Disoriented Neurons.

I love you.
You have been there, always.
Despite me being irregular,
you have provided me with so much that I am in no position to actually acknowledge all of it.

A concise of the till date expedition of my blog.

My first post - the best first post ever! :-P My introduction to the blogger-world.

The best comment - I HAD 2 return to blogosphere after Alok's comments. And the friendship that happened after that is an Epic!

The other side of me... - The post which is most close to my heart.

actually the whole month of feb and march. But the one post I am proud of is,
Comfort is the key.

Namesake express - For any-one who still thinks that I am faking my name OR my name is not 'Shatabdi'.

The best tag I have done till date! - The Bucket List . Anyone who wants to take it up , please do.

Yes, we know - First article ever. The one I worked hardest on.

My crush confession - Which got all you guys so excited that I was super-amused! :-D

Being curious - My most appreciated work till date.

And, The post on one of my favorite festivals. Peek into a bengali's love towards being bengali! Ma aisheche.

Actually, My blog is so awesome up to down that it is practically impossible to digest the whole of it into just one post :-D
So, what do you think?

Also, tell me your favorite posts or special write ups on Disoriented Neurons.

P.S. Happy diwali greetings to you, your family and friends. Have a safe diwali :-)

Thursday, October 23, 2008


As a kid I was always into everything! Singing, drawing, elocution, craft, dancing, recitation, blah blah; but somehow when any-one suggested writing my own thing, I couldn’t gather the courage to even try. I knew I sucked, I knew no-one would care; but I did not know how good it felt to release all the pent up thoughts. And then the blog-thing happened! which is till date one of my favorite possessions.

And all you guys, who care to read. Thanks!
I know I wouldn’t have reached the 50th if you guys weren’t around :-)
So, cheers to you all!

Alok: Good friend no.1

The person who made me take up writing again. My favorite partner in heated discussions, my biggest critic. Idealistic, responsible, the story-teller! My editor, the one who completes my lines, knows exactly what I am thinking.

You know you are special, I don't need to mention that. Thanks for all the honesty and calm. Even if my blog-roll reaches 100 people, you will always be the person for whom I made the blog-roll in the first place.
Song that reminds me of him: Barandaay roddur – Bhoomi.

Sachi: The best sister

I dedicated my first poem on this blog to her, yes, she means that much. I love her; admire her, beyond the barriers of distance. Both of us believe that we live parallel lives, just that she lives it 2 years ahead of me :-D I am her baby sis; she is a piece of my heart.

Sachi, mera pura blog-roll ek taraf aur tu ek taraf hai baby! Your calls make my day; your laughter makes me laugh. I know it when you are sad, I feel it when you are disturbed; oh, I love you! Just hold on, we will make the best out of whatever shit life gives us.
Song that I would sing to her: Nothing else matters – Metallica

Ishaan: Mr. Metal militant

Congratulations on the first anniversary of our friendship!

Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting Ishaan Kumar Mukherjee, the only guy whose PJs I can tolerate, because well, they are witty. He is the militant of metal music and I think he is insanely maniac about it. But, if you understand even m of metal, his blog is a must-visit ;-) One of the very few people who manage to calm me down when I am mad, yes, it is that tough a job. This man is my guide through metal music and personal English grammar tutorial :-P

He once tagged me of being his female version :-P Now, I wish I get a very hot guy real soon :-D

Ishaan, I know you have put up with a lot of my crap; I mock you all the time, sign-out of chat on your face, criticize you, label you…but you know what, you are my support system and I love you! :-)

I was your first fan [rem?] and will always be one. You know what’s best? Absolutely nothing has changed since you got committed. You continue to be my Agony Uncle; plus I found a new friend in Kirti :-)
Song that reminds me of him: Metal militia – Metallica. No, anything metal :-D

Gunj: All time high [on life] :-D

One of the first people to recognize my presence on blogger :-) Gunj is just amazing!

Her blog is just a fragment of the brilliant personality that she has, hidden behind it. She inspired me to hover around the blogger-world and entering her blog-roll made me feel like I had achieved something :-D

Girl, your spirit rocks! And it is infectious! I mean, even if I am on the lowest of moods, just a small chat with you, gets me back on track! You are the best! muha!
Song that I would sing for her: Talli – Ugly aur Pagli :-P
Bhai: Chai aur gupshup

The third of us crazy crabs [me, bhai n sachi]. Bhai is just too much fun! I relate to every-word she says, her every idea is like straight outta my head. It is sometimes surprising and other times, so amusing! When she was around more often, she was always the first one to comment; and her blog is the one of the best on my list.

Aati Jati rehti hai, sab cheezein observe karke comment deti hai, dimakh se sochti hai, dil se bolti hai :-) Teen-char bloggers ki supari deni hai bhai, naak mein dum kar rakha hai, details bhejti hu. Hamesha ki tarah, iss baar bhi samhal lena :-P

One of my favorite people on blogger :-)
Song that reminds me of her: Ai bhai, zara dekh-ke chalo – Mera naam joker

Samby: The Paratrooper

This guy is like the constant source of inspiration for me. Even if he is not around, he continues to give me the strength to fulfill my dreams. Samby = Hardships with a smile. He has made me realize that life waits for no-one; you have to live it now or never!

You are one of the best writers I have read till-date and I am proud to have you among my friends. Our friendship dates pretty back and I miss talking to you Samby. You think I am impulsive and I think you are too much fun! Go delete and make 10 other new blogs and I shall still continue to read you, [if you invite me that is :-P] But you know what, My favorite is still Enduring Spirit version.1
Song that reminds me of him: Lakshya – title track

Anindita: The Indian Raven.

The meeting with her was like the most unexpected fun meet ever! She is so much like Raven that it made me wonder if the TV series was inspired from her :-P

Her write ups are the most innovative pieces I have seen on blogger. Best in dark poetry! The beauty in her writing reflects what she really is. I relate to her; the incidents she narrated, the amount she talks, the way she reacts to certain things! The moo of her blog, I love that! I go and wave to the one against my name every-time I publish something new :-P

I was a little low on life before I met you girl, and your positive thinking sessions snapped me back to what I usually am. Looking forward to more such fun meets baby!

That’s so dita! :-D
Song that reminds me of her: I’m like a bird – Nelly Furtado

Sutta: Our very own director in making

God writing and absolutely brilliant narrative skills; the first time I stumbled upon his blog, I was dumbfounded on the crisp writing and straight-from-the-heart views. His is the kind of blog your parents warned you against :-D Need depression? Visit him :-P

He gives the most honest comments and definitely is a reader I would like to please. Suffers from Himesh Syndrome [repeats everything he says at least thrice :-P ]
We have had a great rapport and absolutely comfort talks. You never know what is up his mind though, so, beware :-P
Song that reminds me of him: BC sutta [obviously] Also, a whole playlist that I shall mot get into.

Anurag: Fred Flintstone
Ok, don’t blame me; you do remind me of him! But I love them, Flintstones; so.. :-P

Anurag is my favorite fan! When I am absolutely convinced that I am the worst possible writer, he comes up like Santa clause and showers me with candies of the best praises! There is this particular level of decency that you expect from guys, you know; Anurag is like five notches above that :-P He is the ‘only’ person who reads all my work, keeps track of anything new on campusjunkie and makes sure I know what he thinks of my articles :-) Plus, his every post is out of a well thought theme and he portrays his ideas well.

I really value everything man; all the kidding, mindless laughter, your stupid jokes, interesting fact-o-file, sudden confrontations, renewed attempts of striking ‘conversations that lead us to something’ :-P Thanks for being around, seriously :-)
Song that reminds me of him: Kasauti zindagi kay – curtain raiser :-P

Rajesh: Craziest fan of Shreya Ghoshal
He doesn’t know what an awesome writer he is. The thoughts move about in tandem to yield such beautiful write-ups that make you wonder of the quality of introspection. No jazzy language, no need to shout about the skill; Rajesh stands out in the crowd, just by himself.

Unlike Anurag, Rajesh has seen both mature and kiddish sides of me. We have had deep discussions, honest improvement suggestions, worked on them together and result is a friendship that I would like to treasure :-) The best thing about this guy is that he manages to read the writers mind and contributes in anyway he can :-) Best achievement was when his favorite singer herself dropped a comment on his blog, what a glory!

I wish u the best man, in anything you do. Just come back soon, blogger needs you :-)
Song that reminds me of him: Main agar kahoon – Om shanti om – Shreya Ghoshal.

Alisha: Princess of Bleh-land

My self-proclaimed blog-god-mother! Oh well, okay she is; she told me how to make a blog :-P
Brilliant writer, makes most original stories, her brain runs faster than a computer! She has new ideas all the time, but is such a lazy ass to sit down and actually type them out onto her web-page! Her blog lies dead awaiting her to actually take notice :-o

We have one thousand common friends [and counting] which suddenly crop up new chords in our network; and that is not surprising any-more :-P Girl, Please write, any crap , just write!
Song that reminds me of her: Leaving on a jet plane Denver

Ki: Danza dancer :-P

Let’s face it, I met her through Ishaan; but I definitely relate more to her :-)
Kirti in her own stride is very famous; because what she writes is everyone’s story narrated beautifully :-) You visit her once and you know that she is a complete sweetheart. Currently she is celebrating Guest post month which has a bunch of killer posts on absolutely un-related themes. Check mine

You know what; I don’t usually gel well with my friend’s girl-friends. But thank-god, you didn’t remain as Ishaan’s girl and we made such awesome friends! Looking forward to more fun times with you gal! :-)
Song I would sing for her: Dancing queen – ABBA/U2

Arv: The Arian Ram

I don’t know Arvind through ages, but what comes across is this chilled out guy who lives life by his rules and makes the best out of it. I respect Arv, for he has the clearest heart and every-ones best interest in there.

And he writes great! Especially fiction on his other blog, definately deserves an applause. How-much-ever weird I might be, Arv atleast bothers to pay heed to the strange things I keep doing :-P

Let the road-trip happen buddy, you could do with a big break :-)
And someday, when I have my own money, Vegas shall be the sure call! :-D

Song that reminds me of him: Just my Imagination – The Cranberries

Akshay: The dude with[out] attitude

Akshay is exclusively on my bloroll to increase the sex appeal :-P
Whenever I think about this dude, I imagine this helluva hunk sitting in some beach in Hawaii with 5 bikini-clad females feeding him grapes! He either has an awesome life or makes crappy life awesome with his approach. Whatever fun he keeps having is fun to read, so that makes him a good writer.

Even though he is pretty elder than me, sometimes I wonder if he is younger mentally;
Maybe that is because of the writing style; maybe because I have personally not spoken with him. Still, the first ever poem that made me cry was his. I admire him, because he knows how to have fun and is simultaneously sensitive. Also because he makes loads of money :-P
Song that reminds me of him: Garam Masala – Title Track :-P

Craziest: chic who is hot and still super-cool :-P

Her first ever comment made me absolutely fall in love with her.
Every-one would love to be like her. Craziest is Crazy, wild, wacky, cute and fun all at the same time!

I think she is a sweet-heart and one person whose superb comments continue to come as pleasant surprises which make my day! And her hilariously unique style of poetry definitely is an eye-catcher. And she does Tags in the best possible way! I especially like the way she replies to our comments on her blog; you can even say that, my style of replying is influenced from hers :-)
I miss you sweetie, come back super-fast! :-(
Song I would sing for her: Teri shirt bhi sexy, teri pant bhi sexy, tere gaal bhi sexy, teri chal bhi saxy haaiiiii!! :-P – Karishma n Govinda ka magic – Dulaara [yes, I bothered 2 find out :-D]

Urv: F.R.I.E.N.D.S fanatic
You should read Urv because he transmits ‘coolness’. His is an ultra-fun blog with short killer posts that every-one relates to. Urv entertains himself and in the process, others get entertained. I love that!

Even better are his comments. How they highlight just the something that he noticed of your entire blabbering gets you smiling.

Be around man, you are being missed :-P
Song that reminds me of him: ‘Urv’ashi urvashi take it easy urvashi – Humse hai muqabla Prabhudeva istyle:-P

Trinaa – oh so simple

I can stand Ranbir Kapoor now!
Because he makes me think of you! Yay!

She likes love and talks a lot about it, so that makes her lovable! :-P And update! She is my most recent love-intrest. And why not, she is the most perfect partner for a wacky weirdo like me.

Anyway, she manages 2 keep the reader hooked onto the write-ups. Absurd endings to her stories get me stunned and what I am more shocked at is the amount sweet she manages to be to every-one. Her comments are like a 10 yr olds’ and her presence on my friend-list only makes me thank god that some genuinely sweet people are still there on the planet!

Yes, I love you; and I don’t care if the world doesn’t read your blog; I always will :-)
Song that reminds me of her: Bachna ai haseeno :-P [mil gaya birrday gift? ;-)]

Crystal – Chemerical thoughts indeed!

The latest addition to my blog-roll and definitely the most talented narrator ever! Aayushi sometimes makes me wonder how terrific can some-one write. I mean, when you read her, you either love her as a writer or are so deep in thought about what she wrote that you completely forget what you planned to do next.

Aayushi is beyond brilliant; and I don’t say it because she is young. See, I believe that thoughts and ideas don’t come by age and nor does ‘experience’ help much in wisdom; but the skill this girl writes with makes me wonder if I could ever match that. The themes are unique and the way of expression is the most innovative.

You provide my disoriented neurons with things to ponder on, if you give me the secret of your writing skills, I will officially do anything you want me to :-P
Song that reminds me of her : Stars - The Cranberries

There you go, all said and done; these are the people I declare to be the reason for my life as a blogger to be fun max!

Some other people who have been around and made their presence felt, deserve some thank-youing
Emaan – Cutest concept ever! He is a complete rockstar! Hail the prince Emaan! the fastest love making machine!

Scribbler’s Inc. – One blogger who should consider printing a book of his post compilations. Each one out-masters the other. *bow*

Big Omi – Comment king.

Vinz aka vinu – Ah! He reads, he understands and that makes him a great reader. Thanks! Plus, he writes awesome too, check him out.

Soham – Alok’s groupie, awesome vocalist, brilliant music writer and composer; check their music on his blog.

So, after this 50th, I am all set enter the new lap of more writing, knowing, analyzing, understanding, loving and being loved!
With a whole new addition 2 my set of friends!
Disguise [cute-heart!], Divinediu [I love you, and you are linked :-)], Shrutilaya [kickass writer], Xorkes [candidness personified] and Deluded [The Sarcastic Doctor]!

Did I forget to mention anybody?
Oh freak! Of course!
Jiggs: Aditi aka Fundo
[in red]

The person who acts like a bridge between my real and virtual life. Continues to be my most dear reader and favorite company in writing articles.
Everything I need to say about her is on the guest post on her blog.
And I would just repeat,
I love you ladki!
Song that reminds me of her : Kabhi kabhi Aditi - Jaane tu ya jaane na.
Song I would like to sing for her : Dil hai chota sa - Roza

So, now the 50th post finally comes to an end. Let the celebrations begin! :-P

P.S. I have been sweet enough, feel free to appreciate that :-P and write good things back for me :-P Also, you can dedicate songs or try and take my case if you wish to :-D
P.P.S. I had to flick some of your my favorite pictures from facebook. Heart-felt apologies.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Birthday wishes and Random updates

To Ridhiman,

Happy 20, Three cheers to you boy, [my best male friend!]

Technically, I know you what, since nine years? Same skool we used to attend :-D But trust me man, the last two years with you have been a total roller-coaster ride!
You are special, I don't need to tell you that; here are the reasons why..

You have put up with all the crap I made you go through..
You have been the shield that protected me from any evil..
You support me into anything I believe in..
You snap me back to reality incase I get too drifted...
and continue to be the friend I never had..

You trust me with your life..
I trust you with my deepest darkest..
We speak everyday till "I" hang-up..
You read me songs from your entire music collection just because I need something new..
You stay up all night to calm me down..
You talk to me when I am lonely..
You are perpetually around,
to catch me when I am just about to fall..
to make me laugh when I am on the verge of tears..
to make me realise that I deserve the best..
to genuinely take care of someone as unpredictable as me..

I really hope
that I deserve all this.
and I don't ever do anything stupid to lose it.
and that you realise what you mean to me.

Happy Birthday Mr. Banerjee :-)
May you get all that you deserve ;-)
and may I be able to feel the same way for you, another 20 yrz down the line.

Bitch ;-)

Did we get too senti?
Ah! Here are the things I was upto all the while I was away....

*~* Had a trip to Mahabaleshwar-Panchgani-Pratapgad; and by far, It was definately one of the most fun trips I have ever had! Love all u guys who made it possible! Teja, Manik, Bhate, Navvy; We five are the best! Fun, super-fun to the maxx!!!!!!

*~* Met Anindita! on the dussehra day! Awesome fun!! India's answer to Raven :-D; love ya baby!

*~* And the biggest news :-) underneath, 1st salary pay-cheque :-)
Oh, by the way, the place I write for is campusjunkie; check my college's home-page here
First salary and a visiting card at 19 is something, isn't it? :-) :-) :-)

Thanks to all you people who made it possible, who commented end-lessly on my work and helped me improve. This money goes to my dad, coz well, I have my own reasons :-)

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Tag ' I '

Picked this one from Jiggs.

I am : talkative :-P

I think : thinking is hard work :-P

I know : that knowing evokes understanding :-D

I want : cleaner air to breath in.

I have : 10 entrance exams lined up :-(

I wish : all my wishes get fulfilled :-P

I hate : the word 'hate'.

I miss : my brother :-( [lives in US]

I fear : snakes

I hear : my gtalk pinging :-P

I smell : nothing much, caught cold :-(

I crave : for variety.

I search : on google :-P

I wonder : If alice's wonderland actually exsists :-D

I regret : not keeping in touch with people I used to know..

I love : my blog and every-one on my blog-list :-)

I ache : when I see street puppies being beaten up for fun :-(

I was not : busy gossiping when god was distributing brains :-P

I am not : lazy.

I cry : alone, in the shower.

I believe : in god.

I dance : when I listen to pop music.

I sing : all the time, for myself :-)

I read : iGenetics by Peter Russel :-P

I don't always : argue

I fight : for no reason :-D

I write : to release pent up thoughts.

I win : hearts :-)

I lose : money easily :-(

I never : say never, coz you never know :-P

I always : talk in the night. [on phone, online, to myself :-P]

I confuse : with physics formulae :-(

I listen : to almost all genres of music.

I can usually be found : dreaming..

I am scared : of heights.

I need : a vacation!

I am happy : when people who matter are happy :-)

I imagine : The world to be a better place to live in.

I tag : Arv, Sachi, Ki, Anurag, Trinaa and Urv.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Ma aisheche!

Today is Maha-shashti, marks the instigation of this year's Durga Puja :-) This is the Ma I will be praying to this year and like every-year, shes the prettiest Ma I have ever seen!

Ma comes back to her baabul ka aangan from shiv-ji's house alongwith her children but, doesn't enter the house as the tale goes. Now, what-how-where, I have no idea; But, durga puja as such holds a lot of importance to us bengalies coz well, it is our *main* festival.

That watching mahalaya before the puja commences,

That endless shopping of authentic clothes

The hunt for mum's matching blouse :-P

The food

The colours

The feel

The togetherness

The pushpanjali on the 7th, 8th n 9th day

The phul-bel-pata diye montro confusion

The staying hungry till you get the phal-prasad after pushpanjali

The race for shanti-jal

The line for bhog


The aunties and their gossips

The uncles and their chada

The kids and their drawing competition

The roaming all over mumbai to see all thakur protimas

The balika gauri

The aparajitar phul-o-gach

The sindur utsav

mithaiyo ka mela

The visarjan!

Ah! God please, make me have birth as a bengali each life! I love being a bong!!! majorly coz of durga puja, plus, the food rocks :-D
Oh! I can already hear the dhak, kongsha, shonkho n ullu!
*nostalgia* :-)

Happy Durgotsav! Bolo Durga mai ki jai!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Smile please

A very insignificant, yet strangely cute incident happened with me yesterday in the train.

I was coming back home pretty early at noon and the trains at that time were empty. At Chembur, every-one else in my coach apart from me chose to depart and for one moment, I got uncertain whether or not to change my compartment. Well, this girl boarded the train the very next station, so I had company :-)

Yesterday was first day of navratra and for people who don't know, all the days of navratra are colour coded :-P As in, there is this pre-decieded colour of clothing, Amba-ma is made to wear a saree of that colour and all females are expected to wear that colour. I found it initially very amusing, but mum absolutely insisted that I wear "RED" and no other colour yesterday.

And [not so surprizingly], the girl who boarded my coach was wearing blood red too.

Vashi bridge came next and I, who needs to be as close to the sea as possible, chose to stand at the doors. And well, I had my music with me and the sea near me, bliss. Just then, I noticed that the girl was staring at me out of intrest. I gave her a stern look and she,
returned me the most wide-genuine smile ever!
Her entire face brightened, eyes twinkled; It was one, complete-friendly smile!

I couldn't help but smile back!
Just to strike a conversation, I went towards her and said,
"Do I know you through anything?"
She: [bemused] You do?
Me: I don't know. You look familiar.
She: [Takes a while, thinks, makes some faces, does some countings and finally with a confused look] Maybe through the train-travel..
Me: Huh? Oh...OK. Thats my station, Bye.
She: [another killer smile] Bye.

Thoughts started racing,
I guess I know her from classes, she was reading some bio book! Maybe through junior college! Market, boutique, friend's friend, or maybe she smiled because we wore Amba-ma's colour. How did it matter, maybe it was train!

And after I got off from the train, realization struck me!

Why has smiling become a formality?
Why can we literally count the number of times we smile each day?
And if some-one is being sweet enough to smile,
Why do we get appalled for a moment?

What is humanity heading towards?

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Being curious

If white symbolizes peace,
Why does it make me feel hollow inside?

If looks don’t matter,
Why do cosmetics sell?

If blondies are supposed to be dumb,
Why do we [dark skinned Indians] colour our hair blonde?

If they are not hygienic,
Why are beauty parlors so popular?

If friends are the support system,
Why do they betray?

If they don’t want to get hurt,
Why do people put-up sensitive content on public forum?

If we value our privacy,
Why is orkut more popular than Facebook?

If fuck [as a word] is part of ‘normal’ vocabulary,
Why do people mask it with asterisk?

If they want to keep the content clean,
Why use such words at-all?

If every-one has it,
Why is sex so hyped?

If green is the colour of envy,
Why do I wear it so often?

If I know he doesn’t care,
Why do I wait for his call?

If I don’t like her,
Why do I need to pretend?

If I can,
Why don’t I?

If it is now or never,
Why is not sinking in?

Ah! Such is life…

P.S. Nothing said here is meant for any person or organization. Suit yourself, I shall continue to do the same.

P.P.S. I don't need replies, I have them. I need views on the write up :-)

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Late comer's manual

Continued from Amchya mumbaichya local trains

As I said, I am usually 10-15 minutes late for each morning’s 1 hour toxic dose of studies called “lectures”. My teachers are co-operative nice people, so they understand. But like friends ask me, how can you expect it “every single day?” So questions come my way, “Oh! Shatabdi! Why late?!”

And then you have this millisecond to come up with a convincing reply. Sometimes when I know it for sure that I shall arrive long after the teacher, I call up my friends and give them a bana-banaya bahana. So, no spanking as such for being late, they already know :-D But, you can’t do this every-ruddy-day man! So, here are my tried-tested-best-working-universal-lies for being a regularly irregular student :-D

*~* Ma’am, I am not keeping well. [weak face coupled with a cough :-D]

*~* I am sooo sorry ma’am! Alarm clock ka batteries discharge ho gaya tha! I got up at 6:45 and I am here at 7:45; that is something ma’am! :-P

*~* While coming to the station my car broke down! Abhi high-way pe lift kaha se milta ma’am! [worried face, ruffled hair :-P]

*~* I was studying late night sir, aap hi ka chapter ;-)

*~* Watchman didn’t let me in! I-card nahi laya :-D

*~* It was raining in vashi :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

*~* I fell on the station and hurt my leg! [with a little sad face, sympathy follows instantly]

*~* I forgot something important at home and traced my way back, so, late [usually saying journals or home-assignment helps :-P and do NOT mention lunch-box here :-P]

*~* What!!! I am LATE??? Oh! My watch! My watch!!

And the reason that almost always saves my very sorry ass is……..

*~* Trains late!
[which they usually are not]

So, there you go. Ready made explanations for your delay. Also, talk as much as possible, so that the teacher takes you in just to shut you up :-P

And I really hope my teachers don’t find the way to get to my blog ;-)

P.S. Update. Campusjunkie has been kind. They have finally acknowledged my hard work and awarded me with tools to show-off :-D Visiting cards provided to all core-writers! Have a dekho on Jiggs's blog. Mine reads,
Shatabdi Roychowdhury
Core writer.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Wish you were here..

Raindrops lash against my window;
my hair is wet
and so are my eyes...
A cuppa of coffee in my hands
A million things in my heart
I sigh!
I wish
you were here..

Distance parts us my baby
and words fail,
With no clue of where we are going
and no attempt to ease the pain,
With nothing else up my mind,
I really wish
you were here..

I think of you,
my heart bleeds
and I am out of ideas
of reunion, of togetherness , of being us.
I miss you,
I need you,
I love..
Oh! how I wish
you were here..
P.S. No, not in love. No infatuations or stupid fascinations; just a feeble attempt to poetry in this ultra-romantic weather :-)

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Amchya Mumbaichya Local trains!

I travel by them, oh sorry, the whole of Mumbai travels by them, the life-line of the city as they call them; fast, punctual, convenient, cheap, no traffic, special compartments, no pollution, reliable, the very spirit of the city, Mumbai local!

Now mind you, traveling in a local is not a kiddy’s job; and in second class during peak hours? Sorry boss, even I would avoid; and I am somebody who has had this as a part of her daily schedule since the last 4 years or so. Even-though traveling by First class isn’t all that big a deal, every journey is special for me. It is not like bus-routes don’t join my place of residence to my daily destination; I just prefer the rail-way better. [No! I am not saying so coz my name resembles that of a train!!]

Now, just a background for non-Mumbaikars :-) .There are three basic “lines” of local railway in Mumbai, yea, one doesn’t suffice :-P These are, the King Central line, the Glam-sham Western line and the Underdog Harbour line. These have various sub-routes and slow and fast types which I shall not get into. So, to reach my college, I have to change a train from Harbour line to Central at Kurla Junction; the most deadly railway station on planet earth!

Across this background, shall narrate my every-day ordeal…

I am late to college, every single day. To reach on time, I am supposed to catch the 6:43 local and I leave home at 6:40 whatever time I get up, Thus, obviously my train is gone. So, I am supposed to catch the next local come-what-may to reach 10 minutes late; and if I miss that, I reach at 8 o'clock for the 7:25 lecture *straight face*

Papa drops me to station; the drive takes 6 minutes, so it is 6:46 already. The walk ahead is that of 5 minutes and my local is that of 6:51, just enough time. During these whole five minutes probably the scariest and craziest thoughts come to my mind! What if the train’s one minute early? What if it’s canceled today? What if the timings have changed suddenly? Etc. You get the picture?

As I enter the station, the announcement of my due train is made. My sensors turn on, but I still don’t run. I walk down the staircase, look at people coming from the opposite direction, switch on my iPod and adjust the volume for the journey, and then! I hear it, yes I do! This is it! The train entering the platform! That is the time when my legs just don’t wait for my brain to give any signals and sprint towards platform no. 3! The train just halts when I board the stairs and my mental stop-watch switches on. “10 seconds”, I tell myself, 10 seconds is the time for which the train shall be there! 10, 9, 8 , first half of the stairs done, 7, 6, 5, yay! I am on the platform, 4, 3, 2, towards the Ladies 1st class coach, 1, 0, damn it… the train’s started, -1, -2, dive, boarded! :-D

Then begins the hunt for the seat, every-day a new trick works. And then I get my 15 minutes of peace before the second more-challenging half of my journey begins, remember? I change trains..

To get off at Kurla is no-job at all! You just have to stand amongst the fellow passengers; even if you don’t wanna get off, you shall find yourself on the platform. When my train has just stopped at the station, the other central line train is about to enter the station in just about a minute. So, I have to go through the over-bridge full of people from platform no. 7 to platform no. 3 in that much time, reach the ladies compartment and also board the fully crowded - over-flowing train! I put the volume of my player on full and run for my life, through the 1000 odd people coming from all direction! The only time ever when I regret being short is this. You see, my nose just reaches the arm-pits of majority men, ahem. Well, but there is also a bright side. I am also lucky for not having considerable height, I can act jerry and run through all these people just by a little excessive use of my elbows :-D

I get off the stairs while the train is still arriving, so yea, mental stop-watch ticks on all over again. I reach, the train stops and a sea of people land on the platform! I wait patiently for people to get in, coz I am supposed to get off just after a couplea stations, so prefer to be near the doors. Train blows its horn, “move inside people!” The train takes off, “make room! I have just some toes inside!” one leg, then both in the pair board in the train, as my wahan picks up speed.

Gradually as the train leaves the station behind, the whole of me is ‘in-side’. I hang my way to Dadar as I hear some-one calling my name, “Shatabdi!” I turn; try to locate the source among the whole lotta people. I notice; there is a little clearing in the surface mass near the wall. I see a hand waving towards me, and ah! I know who it was



Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Us at blogger ; yea, the thing that binds us together, blogger

How many of us open our blogs first thing when we switch on our computers?

*raises hand*

How many amongst us analyze the situations of every-day life like we would enter them on our little owned space on the web?

*raises hand*

Who get worried because some friend had a sad post put-up?

Who think about some comments and start laughing in the middle of a lecture?

Who are attached to blog-mates; laugh with them, cry with them, coz even if no-one else in the world does, they still do the same for us……

Love ya guys! This one is for you. To all my blog-buds and any-one else who bothers to read it all :-)

Well, every-one has their way of analyzing everything. I do, by categorizing; yes, even people. So heres something I cooked up for all those who live via blogger. Interested? Read on!

Kinds of people we come across all the time on blogger. Categories and traits

*~* the Wacky Weirdos [WWs]

You never know what to expect from their blog, because well, even they don’t know why in the first place did they turn up here :-P They write, because there is nothing else to do. Not that they write worthless, every-one has their own style; but you sometimes relate to them and sometimes you go, “whaaaaa?” They write for themselves, don’t think twice before uploading anything; But yea, their spirit simply rocks and others await their comments on their blogs coz well, you never know which new angle they might explore :-D

*~* the Reader Sustainers [RSs]

Diametrically opposites of the WWs. Their posts are consistent, that’s like the perfect way to describe them. Come what may, they manage to entertain the reader and make the best of fan-following. They are prolly the assets of blogger and people can never have enough of them. They don’t care if new readers come, if a good discussion happens, they are happy with even 5 comments.

*~* the Reader Gatherers [RGs]

Ah! They might not write for others, but need that constant buzz on their blog. They don’t post very often, coz they want people to digest each post before they throw a new lot of gossip on them. They hover around on blogger-world commenting on random blogs as they want them to come back and pass their opinions. In short, they are comment obsessive and do not post anything new till a particular number is attained. Nothing wrong, do as you please, but care for at least ‘some’ readers….

*~* the Daily Ranters [DRs]

With a new post almost everyday, their blog is a daily dairy. They cite incidents, pass-on experiences and provide lukkha people with something to read and think about. Their mood reflects on their blogs and well, you can easily relate to them. Nice, warm, realistic people; I like :-)

*~* the Popular chicks and chickoos [PCs]

Oh! They hit headlines for every small big thing they do! You want them to grace your blog by their presence and if you get an entry in their blog-roll, you have achieved that ambition of being on blogger :-P Not their fault, is it? Controversies, all the time; attention grabbing capacity, yea yea; comments ki barsaat, yea baby; :-D The celebrity blogs we come across now-a-days included.

*~* the Brain cell Activators [BAs]

They are different from RSs as they do not necessarily post stuff that other would keep others entertained, but they definitely write for others. They make us scratch our heads to give a worthy enough answer, giving us good enough reason to use our rusted brains. They are sane and smart and witty, awesome company for discussions. One problem with them though, they ask too many questions :-P

Well, I used to wonder, why do people come to a website and put out everything they have in their brain and hearts out in the open. Well, now I know. Because it feels good! Whatever be it, the spirit of blogging rocks and the current state of blog-world is perfect. I just hope all the hype doesn't spoil it.

Hail bloggers!

As far as 'I' am concerned,

I guess I have shades of all, but prominently am a WW :-D and yes, I agree with people who say that the content quality on my blog has deteriorated because of my professional writing ventures, but, is my blog about the quality of my content? It is about my mode of expression, period.

Are there any other categories that you can think of? Something distinct that has not been covered?

What category do you fall under?

P.S. Ganpati bappa has come home and I am ecstatic! Happy Ganesh Chathurti. :-)

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Savin' me Tag

Sachi tagged me for this one and by far, its one of the most fun tags I have done. I will tag some people, but anybody who wants to take it up, please do so coz there is nothing to do in this tag, its all automatically awesomely done. Also, do this tag honestly; or-else all fun is lost.

I used my iPod, have been honest throughout *swear* and would describe it as Gunj did, just quoting her when I say that, Its a mind-reader! Had a laughter riot while doing it, hope some of it reaches to you guys.
Here I go.......

The rules:

1. Put Your iTunes/ music player on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

After you've answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they've been tagged.

I say -> Jeremy - Pearl Jam. [Wow! The very first song is by the band I am perennially in love with!]

It would be -> Chupke se - Saathiya. [?]

I like -> The Memory Remains - Metallica. [Hehaha... Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane; but the memory remains!]

I feel -> Goodbye to romance - Ozzy Osbourne. [:-| pehle shuru toh hone do yaar...]

It is -> If - Pink Floyd. [How I wish! Well, keeping jokes apart, please check this song out if you haven't already. Features is my top-ten 'priceless' list :-)]

They think -> Truly madly deeply - Savage Garden. [Awwww, simply love you guys!]

I think -> Everytime I Die - Children of Bodom. [LOL! No no, I love them both. By the way, if any-one meets Alexi, just let him know that my parents call him "the screaming boy" :-D]

I think -> Touch Like An Angel Of Death - Children of Bodom. [What a paradox, I think about 'life' very often. Well, nevermind.]

# WHAT IS 2+2?
It is -> Title track - Bhool Bhoolaiyaa. [lol! This made me literally roll on the floor laughing! Of the 500 odd songs, why this?]

I think -> Khwaja mere Khwaja - Jodha Akhbar. [Haila! mere paas yeh gaana hai?]

I think -> Man on the Moon - R.E.M. [Yea, astronauts are sexy :-P]

It is -> Goodbye cruel world - Pink Floyd. [:-) , the song is from the album "the wall". *nostalgia*]

I want to be -> Hero - Mariah Carey. [:-D sure! I love her and I love this song.]

I would think -> Chaliya - Tashan. [Ha ha! something I would exactly NOT think :-P]

They think -> Ending Credits - Opeth. [:-)] [

I would dance to -> Jame Raho - Taare Zameen Par. [God! how apt!]

They will play -> Someone that you're with - Nickelback. [Man! They would wanna be that 'someone' I lie with in my grave! this just made my day! :-)]

My interest is -> Fade to Black - Metallica. [Errr, no comments!]

It is -> The Happiest Days of Our Life - Pink Floyd. [Yea, that pretty much sums it all up :-P]

I think -> Haunted - Kelly Clarkson. [Ha ha, exactly! ek se bad-kar ek ghosts! They haunt me even at 3 the night! for various reasons :-P]

I should as -> Savin' me - Nickelback. [:-) as the tag nears completion, all my favorites turn up..]

I think -> The Call of Ktulu - Metallica. [Ah! absolute delight!]

I tag:

1. Anindita [Do it, its awesome fun.]

2. Arv [coz you liked it great deal on Sachi's :-)]

3. Bhai with Chai [coz I wanna see your taste in music!]

4. Rajesh [Shreya Ghoshal maniac, go explore all you can, guaranteed fun.]

5. Urv [Do you do tags? do in leisure if you can :-)]

P.S. Sach! Thanks a ton for tagging me yaar! I always believed that tags play a role in blogger-bonding :-) This is such a great one, no wonder it is so popular! Cheers!

Saturday, August 23, 2008

A lil bitta fascination doesn't hurt :-P

Recently, one of these days, I was bored. Not just bored, in a horrible horrible mood.

One of the most prominent reasons for the same was that, I had just finished reading one of the poorest ever written books. "The 3 mistakes of my life" was definitely one of my mistakes. But then I don't usually give up things mid-way; so somehow finished reading it. Result, the previously mentioned awful mood.

Additionally, I had nothing to look forward to that day, apart from endless hours of journal writing. My assignments had fared badly, and I wasn't exactly happy with my presentation either. I had an argument with my mum first thing in the morning and first time ever, dad didn't support me!!!!!!

To add to it all, I was broke. The pune trip just sucked all money outta my wallet and left behind some moments of fun and the tickets n bills :- Top it up, biggest disaster, I had no balance in my phone, so couldn't wish one good friend on her birthday. Month ka quota finish, and no money, so no refill. All the bad times came rushing back to me. My mood was low. No, it was loowwww......

Nothing seemed to calm me down. Talking, floyd, painting, looking at old pictures, singing, cleaning, reading, writing, eating; nothing, absolutely nothing!

In short, it was a lousy, slow-moving, never-ending day!

And then,
He commented on my blog.

And my day was made!

Lousy day became day filled with surprises. Life was bliss.
Do I sound smitten? I guess I am.. :-P
Has this ever happened to you?

Monday, August 18, 2008


How do we become whatever we are? We learn. From situations we tackle, from other people. But sometimes we have this one person amongst our relatives, who is our favorite teacher! No doubt my parents top my list, but another person who also does is my nani :-)

She has this wonderful habit of co-relating every situation/decision to those good old bengali sayings, the one which make no sense to you when you are young, but when you grow up, reminding yourself of them helps you regain faith in yourself. Heres a sample of the same,

"korite paarina kaaj,
sauda bhoy sauda laaj,

shongshoy sonkolpo sauda taule,
paache lokera kichu baule."

General Translation.
Unable to work,
always feared, always reluctant [shy],
we always procrastinate, (because)
people talk shit behind our back......

Literal meaning.
Don't give a fuck about what people say, they always have something discouraging to puke. Work, don't fear, don't shy away; just because of what-people-will-think. If you have made up your mind, go for it. Don't restrict yourself for the people-factor, coz that will never be in your favor.

Isn't it amazing how certain things which are tagged of being a part of the broad minded current society now, have always been there, and we conveniently ignore that. But grandparents are always there, to bring us back to the ground, and by that in-turn help us grow.
This is one of the teachings that my grandkids are surely getting from me :-P

Thursday, August 14, 2008


Every-one of us relates to this word in different ways.
But there is a common chord.
Having free thoughts.

Dedicated to the fighters who enabled us to do whatever we wanted to do, to be whatever we wanted to be, to 60 years of this freedom.

Hamein aaj azaadi hai...
Mann ke bandhan todne ki,
kalpanao ki udaan bharne ki,
naye pragati ke marg sujhane ki,
aur unse sabke sapno ko saakar karne ki.

Rashtra-bhasha nirbhayta se bolne ki,
chamak-dhamak ke kaale chashme ko kholne ki,
kaam mein mann lagane ki,
sach or sahas ko mul-mantra banane ki.

Andhvishwas se mukt hone ki,
vicharo ko shabdo mein dhaalne ki,
shabdo ko prakashit karne ki,
kal se bada ban-ne ki.

zyada chahne ki, zyada paane ki,
aur paane ke baad, us-e baattne ki,
chehro pe muskaan laane ki,
sabko aaj aazadi hai.

Par kya hum is azaadi ka sahi istemaal kar rahe hai?

सभी देश-वासियो को स्वतंत्रता दिवस की हार्दिक सुभ-कामनाये
Jai Hind!