again as i luk at d hr glass empty i find myself at d end of another yr, n strange dat every yr i find myself takin stock of all that is there n nt there aftr a yr, it hs been a long yr, wid a lot of ups n downs yet i find solace in havin a semblence of professional life, although nil personal life...
every time i bcme happy wid an event wid a turn of situation things jus turn sour! why??
it is perhaps my inability...
keep away from pple, wrk harder, keep cntct wid frnds, read mre, do mre every day!! write mre, another yr full of resolutions!! lets see...
a lot to pray for, to find someone to rest wid, to dream wid...
here's to hope agn!
to less complication, to more love n warmth!!
here's to the new yr...
Monday, December 25, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
10:29 PM 11/9/2006
A future full of recruitment, a time was there when i dreamed to d exactly what i am doing now yet there is the fear that this will become mundane and boring eventually.
The staggering growth of industries finds less and less qualified people becoming available for employement. Although there is unemployemnt on a mass scale but the employable candidates are a mere percent of the whole, and therefore, we find huge dirth of candidates...
learning at graduate level has neither developed their intellect nor their knowledge!
they say, i was born intelligent , education did this to me...
a funny t shirt quote but true nonetheless...
hectic schedule at office, which is driving my personal life into the Doldrums...there is no personal life so to speak!
GOD HELP ME!!!
The staggering growth of industries finds less and less qualified people becoming available for employement. Although there is unemployemnt on a mass scale but the employable candidates are a mere percent of the whole, and therefore, we find huge dirth of candidates...
learning at graduate level has neither developed their intellect nor their knowledge!
they say, i was born intelligent , education did this to me...
a funny t shirt quote but true nonetheless...
hectic schedule at office, which is driving my personal life into the Doldrums...there is no personal life so to speak!
GOD HELP ME!!!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
FILM REVIEW
DON - THE RETURN
It is the most talked abt movie in dis season! No doubt there r critics who trash it, n
others who hail as the best movie ever by SRK. Again no doubt this is a SRK movie, n
everyone else can jus take a hike almost except perhaps prichops, but then again her role is
sleek and savy, and sexy... 'period'.
But let us talk abt the dear Director, the one who thot of this idea, to create a hype
around this movie he created and courted the not so always subtle comparisons wid the older
version... strangely all of us gave into the speculation, almost readily walking into
theatres at ticket prices of Rs. 200 each, to begin comparing it wid the original...
None of us were aware or expected... (more like, ASSSUMED!!) that this cud in anyway b an
original... for we have hailed Farhan as a genius wid a first movie hit, 'Dil Chahta Hai..'
'Lakshya', and suddenly he was making DON, y make a new movie and spend so much on
an old story when his entire recognition lay in newer stories.... but then we r perhaps nt
as foresighted as Mr. Akhtar jr...
A well calculated risk, wid a new story and a new actor, an old name and a few memries that
dragged us to the theatre, bt dnt fear after u hve seen it once, and the amazing twists are
all revealed, u wud like to go bck n may be look at the details which u may have missed, a
few hints subtle and not so subtle left for u to find by the Director, which pts bt at the
obvious last "twist of tale", that almost blows ur mind, either wid utter disbelief at the
director's pretentions or his belief in our being absolutely illogical and incpable of
reason....
But i will wax eloquent abt SRK's presence, only comparison to him in that is Kareens in her
one item-song feature, the rest of the cast well played but there was nt much to do, a bit
of spice added for effects, but the brushstrokes, if there are any, r very very broad n
leaves much to speculation, whether u chose to belive or not belive, the movie is a hit on
the box office, and SRK does rule.
Every frame he fills, he leaves nothing else in ur vision, whenever he is missing frm the
scene it is almost as if u wake up frm a dream and start noticing unimportant details....
Sleek camera angles, movement, the works, and great background score ... almost a complete
album in itself...
misplaced song.. "kahike Paan".. i wud call that sort of gamble to keep the ruse of being a
remake effective... till the very end, sly and cunning are the words for Akhtar as he has
again proven himself to me one heluva smart guy, who just went laughing back to the BANK!!
On the whole, go for it, chk it out, love it, hate it, compare it, end of it, HE makes the
MONEY!! N SRK is KING!!
It is the most talked abt movie in dis season! No doubt there r critics who trash it, n
others who hail as the best movie ever by SRK. Again no doubt this is a SRK movie, n
everyone else can jus take a hike almost except perhaps prichops, but then again her role is
sleek and savy, and sexy... 'period'.
But let us talk abt the dear Director, the one who thot of this idea, to create a hype
around this movie he created and courted the not so always subtle comparisons wid the older
version... strangely all of us gave into the speculation, almost readily walking into
theatres at ticket prices of Rs. 200 each, to begin comparing it wid the original...
None of us were aware or expected... (more like, ASSSUMED!!) that this cud in anyway b an
original... for we have hailed Farhan as a genius wid a first movie hit, 'Dil Chahta Hai..'
'Lakshya', and suddenly he was making DON, y make a new movie and spend so much on
an old story when his entire recognition lay in newer stories.... but then we r perhaps nt
as foresighted as Mr. Akhtar jr...
A well calculated risk, wid a new story and a new actor, an old name and a few memries that
dragged us to the theatre, bt dnt fear after u hve seen it once, and the amazing twists are
all revealed, u wud like to go bck n may be look at the details which u may have missed, a
few hints subtle and not so subtle left for u to find by the Director, which pts bt at the
obvious last "twist of tale", that almost blows ur mind, either wid utter disbelief at the
director's pretentions or his belief in our being absolutely illogical and incpable of
reason....
But i will wax eloquent abt SRK's presence, only comparison to him in that is Kareens in her
one item-song feature, the rest of the cast well played but there was nt much to do, a bit
of spice added for effects, but the brushstrokes, if there are any, r very very broad n
leaves much to speculation, whether u chose to belive or not belive, the movie is a hit on
the box office, and SRK does rule.
Every frame he fills, he leaves nothing else in ur vision, whenever he is missing frm the
scene it is almost as if u wake up frm a dream and start noticing unimportant details....
Sleek camera angles, movement, the works, and great background score ... almost a complete
album in itself...
misplaced song.. "kahike Paan".. i wud call that sort of gamble to keep the ruse of being a
remake effective... till the very end, sly and cunning are the words for Akhtar as he has
again proven himself to me one heluva smart guy, who just went laughing back to the BANK!!
On the whole, go for it, chk it out, love it, hate it, compare it, end of it, HE makes the
MONEY!! N SRK is KING!!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
online,,,finally
OK FINALLY I HAVE A BROAD BAND CONNECTION AND I HOPE THERE WILL BE ONE POST A DAY OR ATLEAST A COUPLE A WEEK, UNLESS I FIND MY CREATIVITY FALLING APART!...
GREAT!!
BY THE WAY HAVE BEEN GIVEN A TEMPORARY GO AHEAD ON OUR PROBATION PROFILES, AND I AM JUS SIMPLY LOVING THE WORK WHICH IS QUITE A SURPRISE..
APART FROM THAT I HAVE GOT RID OF A PESKY PEST, TAMED A FLY AND MANAGED TO SNAG A INTERESTING FISH!!
TALKING IN RIDDLES????
MORE IN INSTALLMENTS!!
GREAT!!
BY THE WAY HAVE BEEN GIVEN A TEMPORARY GO AHEAD ON OUR PROBATION PROFILES, AND I AM JUS SIMPLY LOVING THE WORK WHICH IS QUITE A SURPRISE..
APART FROM THAT I HAVE GOT RID OF A PESKY PEST, TAMED A FLY AND MANAGED TO SNAG A INTERESTING FISH!!
TALKING IN RIDDLES????
MORE IN INSTALLMENTS!!
EPILOGUE
8:34 PM 10/2/2006
Here I sit today telling you the very end of the story that I never started to write.
When she heard those words rattle against every defence she had built for so many years, the realization clattered to the floor, she had been fooling herself. Wishing that she was not the cause of all the misery in his life. But standing with the purse in hand in his room she felt the horror she had meted out to him in these years.
He said that she could never create anything, even if she did she would eventually destroy it.
He said she had too many options, and her attempt to ride the waves with each foot on a different boat would hurt her at the end. Had she decided in which boat would she take the final ride?
He said she had obliterated him in one way 3 years ago and now she had obliterated him again in another way.
He said was she happy? Now what could he do for her? Bring her Tea, Coffee or Water? Would she like him to wash her feet?
He said Congratulations. He said Many many Happy returns of the day in advance cause i won't be there that time.
She did not say anything, anymore, everything was suddenly her fault, suddenly she felt like a murderer, a condemned enemy whose worst punishment could not be enough to penalise for the horrors she had committed. She let her tears well up cover her shame and abandonement of all virtues. She had turned into pure evil.
Suddenly, everything blacked out...Who has made her swear to tolerate all the insults, all the abuses? No one. She took it on her own, so why was she letting him make her feel small?
Her 'asexual' angel has once told her that she never stopped to see how much her words hurt others and that it was not always about her. She had stopped she had seen, felt and today she got it from his mouth that she had destroyed him.
And then it hit her like a wave, she had just avenged herself for all the pain she had to feel all these years.
Yes it was just that!
There was nothing more to feel guilty for, all her attempts had finally borne fruit. All those days she had prayed to be able to face him once and know how miserable he was without her and one day to be able to stand in front of him in his house and see him at her feet. They had all come true at a time she had least expected it. But it was there for her to see, he was grovelling in the dust she had vanquished her vanquisher. Her Angel was wrong.
Now all that remains are a few lost strands to tuck in.
Standing under the shower she let all her memories, pain, hurt, guilt wash away and she knew she had ultimately buried it all, the past and the hatered she had felt and stowed away somewhere.
She became aware of the truth in words like when your heart is truly broken and pained someone feels it, and the universe conjures a path imperceptably that leads you to the final release of all the pain.
She understood the meaning of the words revenge is a dish best served cold.
She saw the meaning of a woman's heart is deeper than an ocean.
She realised she did not have to do anything anymore....
Everthing was just right.
Here I sit today telling you the very end of the story that I never started to write.
When she heard those words rattle against every defence she had built for so many years, the realization clattered to the floor, she had been fooling herself. Wishing that she was not the cause of all the misery in his life. But standing with the purse in hand in his room she felt the horror she had meted out to him in these years.
He said that she could never create anything, even if she did she would eventually destroy it.
He said she had too many options, and her attempt to ride the waves with each foot on a different boat would hurt her at the end. Had she decided in which boat would she take the final ride?
He said she had obliterated him in one way 3 years ago and now she had obliterated him again in another way.
He said was she happy? Now what could he do for her? Bring her Tea, Coffee or Water? Would she like him to wash her feet?
He said Congratulations. He said Many many Happy returns of the day in advance cause i won't be there that time.
She did not say anything, anymore, everything was suddenly her fault, suddenly she felt like a murderer, a condemned enemy whose worst punishment could not be enough to penalise for the horrors she had committed. She let her tears well up cover her shame and abandonement of all virtues. She had turned into pure evil.
Suddenly, everything blacked out...Who has made her swear to tolerate all the insults, all the abuses? No one. She took it on her own, so why was she letting him make her feel small?
Her 'asexual' angel has once told her that she never stopped to see how much her words hurt others and that it was not always about her. She had stopped she had seen, felt and today she got it from his mouth that she had destroyed him.
And then it hit her like a wave, she had just avenged herself for all the pain she had to feel all these years.
Yes it was just that!
There was nothing more to feel guilty for, all her attempts had finally borne fruit. All those days she had prayed to be able to face him once and know how miserable he was without her and one day to be able to stand in front of him in his house and see him at her feet. They had all come true at a time she had least expected it. But it was there for her to see, he was grovelling in the dust she had vanquished her vanquisher. Her Angel was wrong.
Now all that remains are a few lost strands to tuck in.
Standing under the shower she let all her memories, pain, hurt, guilt wash away and she knew she had ultimately buried it all, the past and the hatered she had felt and stowed away somewhere.
She became aware of the truth in words like when your heart is truly broken and pained someone feels it, and the universe conjures a path imperceptably that leads you to the final release of all the pain.
She understood the meaning of the words revenge is a dish best served cold.
She saw the meaning of a woman's heart is deeper than an ocean.
She realised she did not have to do anything anymore....
Everthing was just right.
Again Once more! ... ...
10:01 AM 10/1/2006
NEVER SAY NEVER!
It is ironic that on a beautiful day like today when all my plans seemed in a disarray suddenly something happened and i am again in the midst of a lot of ferverent activity. Eternally have i found myself crying over milk that has not been spilt. Strangely i never seem to learn.People i have said grey, wet and bleary goodbyes to have returned; sometimes to haunt me. But nonetheless returned when i thought i would never see them again. It is a miniscule moment in time when i feel all the weight of the world on my shoulders driving my knees into the hard ground, as i collapse under the heavy lashes of stormy weather. But there have been hidden silver linings in every dark cloud that has engulfed my blue sky, and i have been short sighted (which in real life i am) in finding it least of all being aware that it exists somewhere.
A trance number circulates through the torpid air of my room as the beats find nails to hammer into my brain, and the pain, oh so numb do i feel that every sensation has ceased and i am a person, no longer a human, i am one with the world, an entity and nothing more or nothing less. all i can feel are the corrugated edges of the keyboard as my fingertips dance along them, my eyes are unfocussed on the immidiate white screen that stares blankly at me and flickers here and there as each word is etched on its surface.
I go back to a tune that i had long forgotten, the spiralling memories flood me no more, and suddenly i find that the creativity in all its objectivity peaking through the masses of self-loathing, guilt, remorse.
Althoough this is meant to be a place for realities i find myself drawn towards thoughts that become more and more global, moving from the narrow personal hates and loves, may be thats how great writers are born or may be thats how filthy hacks decide in their own delusion that they have achieved enlightenment in writing about human life, love and emotions!!
SARCASTIC!! am I??
Nothing is over till everything is over, and this world has not ended and perhaps will not in a long time, then by my logic i will keep returning to the losses and gains i have made over the years in my life. A short life that i keep writing about saving it in this virtual realm has but begun and yet words echo thoughts that are centuries old. I wonder when we learnt to communicate did we also learn the basic motiffs that describe the pains and sorrows...
Do animals feel sad, or are we the only one of God's creatures foredoomed by our original sin to sorrow and pain?
"Sorrow", and here we celebrate human thoughts that speak/ sing of our saddest thoughts. Exhalting in the superlative, the melancholia, and so I sit quite unlike my favorite poets and tapping at a black mass gathering stray thoughts to bind into a book, A book of life; My Life!
NEVER SAY NEVER!
It is ironic that on a beautiful day like today when all my plans seemed in a disarray suddenly something happened and i am again in the midst of a lot of ferverent activity. Eternally have i found myself crying over milk that has not been spilt. Strangely i never seem to learn.People i have said grey, wet and bleary goodbyes to have returned; sometimes to haunt me. But nonetheless returned when i thought i would never see them again. It is a miniscule moment in time when i feel all the weight of the world on my shoulders driving my knees into the hard ground, as i collapse under the heavy lashes of stormy weather. But there have been hidden silver linings in every dark cloud that has engulfed my blue sky, and i have been short sighted (which in real life i am) in finding it least of all being aware that it exists somewhere.
A trance number circulates through the torpid air of my room as the beats find nails to hammer into my brain, and the pain, oh so numb do i feel that every sensation has ceased and i am a person, no longer a human, i am one with the world, an entity and nothing more or nothing less. all i can feel are the corrugated edges of the keyboard as my fingertips dance along them, my eyes are unfocussed on the immidiate white screen that stares blankly at me and flickers here and there as each word is etched on its surface.
I go back to a tune that i had long forgotten, the spiralling memories flood me no more, and suddenly i find that the creativity in all its objectivity peaking through the masses of self-loathing, guilt, remorse.
Althoough this is meant to be a place for realities i find myself drawn towards thoughts that become more and more global, moving from the narrow personal hates and loves, may be thats how great writers are born or may be thats how filthy hacks decide in their own delusion that they have achieved enlightenment in writing about human life, love and emotions!!
SARCASTIC!! am I??
Nothing is over till everything is over, and this world has not ended and perhaps will not in a long time, then by my logic i will keep returning to the losses and gains i have made over the years in my life. A short life that i keep writing about saving it in this virtual realm has but begun and yet words echo thoughts that are centuries old. I wonder when we learnt to communicate did we also learn the basic motiffs that describe the pains and sorrows...
Do animals feel sad, or are we the only one of God's creatures foredoomed by our original sin to sorrow and pain?
"Sorrow", and here we celebrate human thoughts that speak/ sing of our saddest thoughts. Exhalting in the superlative, the melancholia, and so I sit quite unlike my favorite poets and tapping at a black mass gathering stray thoughts to bind into a book, A book of life; My Life!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
broken promises...
I have been quite bad in promising to write everyday and then have not although i am here to give a rather sad news that from next week again i may not have net access in the morns but there is also a bit of silver lining here, i am getting a net connection at home which means if nt everyday bt i will be able to write into the blog once in a while from house at night.
My fellow librans bday went past 2 days ago and he wasrather sweet to point out that after having said i wud blog i have not done so, its rather nice to hear from pple who appreciate me.. thank u!!
My fellow librans bday went past 2 days ago and he wasrather sweet to point out that after having said i wud blog i have not done so, its rather nice to hear from pple who appreciate me.. thank u!!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
OF REAL JOB N MORE - 2
Another evening. another post.
It seems to me that there is something infectious abou this autumn season of festivities. although i speak of a very Bengali festival but none the less it is a festival that means a whole lot to everyone in this city. I find it a festival more of spirits rather than that of religious imporatnce. Although there is a lot of cynicism as a budding feminist, towards the entire farce over worshipping the goddess and abusing women behind closed doors and on the open streets, but again it is a festival an ocassion that brings some thing with it.
This 'something' is the mystery of life. Someone had said that it is this 'not knowing' the 'mystery' so to speak that all that i am sure of. It is a truth very often realised but never verbalised.
The season of 'mellow fruitfulness' is Autumn, so beautifully personified and celebrated by Keats but he did not see the tropical autumn, the 'sarat kal' of festivities, the DURGA PUJO.
The relevance of this in my office post??
Very much a relevant issue, with inadequate holidays and morose heart over non- concrete (sic) plans.. I was down in the dumps. The feeling was one of frustration. Now that I am earning and have the freedom to roam around with friends I have no friends to hang out with. Everyone is so completely involved in their jobs there was no plan till this monday. I was sad and I missed my student life, especially with an alumni meet last Saturday.
But now things seem to be falling into place with a couple of tentative plans and something that i was missing, the clamouring crowds who all want to hang out with me and i who sit here as "I mete and dole" my time amongst them like old Ulysses.
HMMM my creativity sometimes kicks in from some where and leaves my Posts littered (literally!) with some sudden traces of literary references.
more later ...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
OF REAL JOB N MORE -1
it has officially been 2 and 1/2 mnths in dis plc n i hv been lazy nt to post anything. d reason being i jus did not get the time. yes time mngt is nt one of my fortes but i hve nw learnt hw to do it. liek evrything it takes a lil time to learn hw to do things right and hw to find the time reqd for putting everything in ur life into practise.
earning the first salary did not really feel that different than spending time at college bcoz of the trng mode we were in. but later in aug once gvn projects n responsibilities it bcme more obvs that the salary we earnded needed a lot of hardwork behind it.
initially being patient was tough even sitting in offc for 8 hrs felt vry difficult but nw the day goes by, in wat seemed ages and millania nw i do so much n feel i need to do so much more. the clock hands move past the 6 clock mark n the mind and body do not react.
sometimes i feel i am ina stupor, the surreal environemnt created by the artificial lights and circulated air makes it tough to remember wat time is it. it seems we are in a spaceship and there fore unable to keep track of time. we are not aging whereas everything around us is changing and is different everytime we stop and look at them.
may be i thinking too much!!
earning the first salary did not really feel that different than spending time at college bcoz of the trng mode we were in. but later in aug once gvn projects n responsibilities it bcme more obvs that the salary we earnded needed a lot of hardwork behind it.
initially being patient was tough even sitting in offc for 8 hrs felt vry difficult but nw the day goes by, in wat seemed ages and millania nw i do so much n feel i need to do so much more. the clock hands move past the 6 clock mark n the mind and body do not react.
sometimes i feel i am ina stupor, the surreal environemnt created by the artificial lights and circulated air makes it tough to remember wat time is it. it seems we are in a spaceship and there fore unable to keep track of time. we are not aging whereas everything around us is changing and is different everytime we stop and look at them.
may be i thinking too much!!
on a rainy day
There are days when the entire world seems grey, jus like the lady in The gift of the Magi i look outside the wide large tinted glasses of my office i see a world that is grey.
The sky is grey threatening to break forth into torrents of sorrow, and bitterness. The birds are not in flight as they huddle in dark damp trees afraid of the tears that the sky sheds. The black asphalt is muddied and grey with trampling feets and gurgling rivulets and stagnant puddles.
Whatever i look at is grey and the dreariness seeps from the atmosphere into the entire frame, my corporal frame is drenched in sadness, in bitterness, in complete disharmony, and out of tune with all that is happy and festive.
Strange that in this festivity i find myself stealing heavy sighs and dabbing the cornor of my eyes which seem to leak a couple of tears the sky has shed today.
Someone had written, i like the rains, because in it i can cry without having to wipe my tears.
Today i start to believ and see how alone we are in this world, may be Arnold was right, we are but separate islands and teh sea of distance will neevr let us meet, there is no bridge that is permanent, that will last through the pain and the misunderstandings and the hate and teh bitterness. Sucj tides sweep away the new formed and old bridges leaving us gasping from the deluge that fprces us asunder.
But to talk of the reality i am too coward to accept i hide behind the creative words which leave a lot of truth to be desired...
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
NEVER DO GOOD
STRANGE that i am actually writing this post! i am so surprised by the ability of people to hurt others especially when their wants are not being taken care of. its so sad, really. sad. one of my so called frnds has a prob wid his PC n needs a RAM. i hve a spare one which i can give, but i am jus nt getting d time to take him hme so he can take dat out frm my PC. and so he accuses me of selfishness reminding me timely of how he had given a particualr book i had asked for with forthriteness. the truth is i had never used that book, i had asked it frm him as a ref but later jus did not require it. sometimes i feel like telling him that but something prevents me from mouthing those words. may be i am afraid he will nt belive thinking i am jus saying that.. and trying to find excuses. then i realise that the reason i dont want to say anything is because i am tired, yes i am very tried of fights, hurt, pain, emotions, tears and everything else that i have wasted, shed and faced in the last couple of years frequently and almost everyday in the last few months. i will not cry, that is what i have decided, if peple want to say hurtful things, they will have to find someone else, if pple think they can make me cry then they are mistaken....
from today .. no more tears.. and no more good deeds either...
people jus dont deserve any help or a sensitive heart.. they dont need frnds, they need a punching bag if i am considered one then i am not available! not any more, in any case.
back from the darkness
everyone has a life changing experience. and of all the ones that i had raead this is perhaps the funniest. why is it so? because i flag the post as "back from darkness" adding to it a sinister ring, yet it is of no use, the reality remains thoroughly mundane.
let me begin at the start..
there was a point of time when i had got a job and finally i joined it, it is in the time of joining and before that waiting for it to start i lost something precious.. the creativity i boast off. and slowly as the time flowed past i became more and more bogged down with life and work and therefore lost touch with my blog.
now after a long time i have finally reached a point where i have settled into life and a life with hectic schedules and i have taken my life by the scruff of the neck and making it do what i want, i am finding time to read books and keep in tuch wid pple thru net and ph and today i decided to come here, like a long lost traveller finally back at a place where he knows the path and recognises the pasture and where his weary heart can rest.
so as bryan adams says...
"here i am, this is me.. "
I AM BACK!!!
let me begin at the start..
there was a point of time when i had got a job and finally i joined it, it is in the time of joining and before that waiting for it to start i lost something precious.. the creativity i boast off. and slowly as the time flowed past i became more and more bogged down with life and work and therefore lost touch with my blog.
now after a long time i have finally reached a point where i have settled into life and a life with hectic schedules and i have taken my life by the scruff of the neck and making it do what i want, i am finding time to read books and keep in tuch wid pple thru net and ph and today i decided to come here, like a long lost traveller finally back at a place where he knows the path and recognises the pasture and where his weary heart can rest.
so as bryan adams says...
"here i am, this is me.. "
I AM BACK!!!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
v-day spcl
tmrw is valentine's day, & as usual the newsprint and the television media is going overboard with its V-day celebrations. i really am wondering what is different this yr? i mean all these yrs V-day has meant so many things to me, and i know to my frnds, and all of a sudden things are diff. it is a lil difficult to xplain this bt i will try.when i was in school, this was smething the older seniors did wid their bf's. and they wud exchange cards and gifts on the sly, may be even hold hands and we thot it was like something straight out of those movies on star movies.with time when we became the senior class, a lot of my frnds wud get asked out, some wud even get cards and gifts, amazingly they wud accept the gifts then be so afraid that they wud throw them, i was very strangely a lot more practical than i wud hve expected myself to be, i wud tell these guys not to give me those gifts coz i wudn't be able to keep them and that they shud give them to someone who wud care.i guess i might have cme across as a rude person, i dont think i smiled a lot then!walking into the higher secondery stage i remember getting sweet V-day cards from classmates, and before you start thinking "lesbian" let me clarify, the cards were signed Rahul Dravid, it was a sweet gesture, i guess i never really returned them any cards, i always kept those and cherished them, strange behavior it may seem, although all of us were very aware that these cards were not ever frm these people we were in love with or so many thot, but it was nonetheless good to hold the cards and read then over and over again.then came university life, and with it LOVE, ahh! of all the dreams i have dreamt and all the wishes i have made here was one finally coming true. but was it? i guess we and may be i shudn't generalize, me to be specific, always have a lot of expectations from life and none of them more than wat we perhaps deserve, but the problem is most often these expectations are based on the actions of other people and not on things that we can control and hence the disillusionment when they do not behave the way we want them to.these lil dreams lie broken and strewn on the ground.... do u know how i spent my first V-day wid a real guy? real because till then i was in love wid rahul so u can see the difference... i spoke to this guy, apparently my first love, hah! anyway i spoke to him the night before and i spent the entire day of 14th waiting for his call, dressed and waiting, i did not eat ... i watched 3 movies on star, and, then finally around 6 pm, after having sat waiting for 9 hrs i finally turned off the TV and hid my face in my pillow and cried like i had never cried, it was one of the worst things ever, i cud have been out wid my frnds or simply attending classes like any othr day but i was made to feel spcl and then thrown away to a cornor almost like a useless piece of junk. i got a call frm this so called bf of mine, he hd spent the entire day helping a frnd fix his PC... anyway, so finally after a lot of gushy overtures, i get shouted at as if this was entirely my fault, but then i was a fool and so after a lot more tears we decide to meet, and well spent an extremely boring evening. i don't know how i managed to, but i guess u have these fears that u r asking too much, but the truth is u r not, u deserve every bit of it, and if the person on the othr side is nt giving u that all u can do i tell them wat u want, if they r jus simply incapable of giving u wat u want, u move on. the best thing to do, atleast this way u do not keep on hurting each othr, and i guess in certain ways u can always accept what u get ...anyway i was on my V-day story, so next yr, i break up wid the person i loved for the first time in my life, and well, on V-day my sweet frnds hangout wid me, and we go out for lunch and it is great fun. i recieve a Happy V-day msg from my by then ex which doesn't effect me, becoz it dsnt mean anything after the hurt, after last yr, after the one yr of pain. but when i walked back to home passing all those familiar places i knew i cudn't live here, i had to move away, smewhere far away where these things wudn't haunt me, and i fall bck onto my career plans.so i start preparing for CAT... and i meet smeone really spcl. and then comes another 14th feb, where i go out wid my family for dinner, right before my CAT re-test. i wondered that night, cud i ever get away from the maddening feeling i had. i was happy in smeways, in love again and although this one wasn't as fast and furious like my previous i figured with time it wud be perfect like everyone said it wud be. so i was happy!last yr V-day: one more yr gone and my love had grown but it hadn't touched enuff to turn a heart towards me, and so with a physical distance of 2000kms and unfortunate miles of bitterness separating me, i went out again with a new set of frnds, spoke of love of hate and somwhere helped a girl find someone spcl, someone who was afraid to try and i egged her on to someone equally spcl. and rest is history.i came back to an empty house and wondered yet again in 6 months what had i done wrong to be pushed away.and here i am a day before yet another V-day! life will go on, inspite of all the small or big hurts i face or don't face, a couple who almost didn't make it is together this yr, and i am also right here, and it almost feels strange that i am not sad or miserable, it's not as if i dont care abt V-day anymore, i do very much and the yr i have sme one spcl to share it wid i will, and it will be the best one he has or ever cud have, thats a kind of promise i made to myself whilst writing this, next time im wid someone, where there is smething spcl i will not wait, i will do wat i want (have wanted) to do and the rest, as i like saying, will be yet another History!!
i don't know how the hell Shaan came up wid that song.... but it sure as hell makes sense to me everytime (??), what can i do? i am frolific in falling in love...."Bhul ja ... muskura... hai kasam tujhe... khudko yu na de tu saza...iss bar dil ka sauda kar na na yu bewaja...unn yadoon ko tu bhul ja.."
"THERE IS NO REMEMBRANCE WHICH TIME DOES NOT OBLITERATE, NOR PAIN WHICH DEATH DOES NOT END." -- DON QUIXOTE : CERVANTES.
i don't know how the hell Shaan came up wid that song.... but it sure as hell makes sense to me everytime (??), what can i do? i am frolific in falling in love...."Bhul ja ... muskura... hai kasam tujhe... khudko yu na de tu saza...iss bar dil ka sauda kar na na yu bewaja...unn yadoon ko tu bhul ja.."
"THERE IS NO REMEMBRANCE WHICH TIME DOES NOT OBLITERATE, NOR PAIN WHICH DEATH DOES NOT END." -- DON QUIXOTE : CERVANTES.
Monday, February 13, 2006
suddenly oneday
the subject line reads as if this mail is more like a poem or at least a short story, well, i guess i do belive letters are in their own league a genre of literature. did you know that at one point of time, novels were written in the form of letters to and from various characters? actually, the earliest form of writing for leisure as in the form of novels was in the form of collection of letters, most often fictitious ofcourse.anyway that was a bit of my english hons back ground taking over. honestly, i have this feeling most often i tend to write only abt vry personal things, really of vry lil importance in the realm of intellectual reading, so, i guess my letters or mails shall never really find place in a collection of letters, ehh?kidding!!
one of my frnds on the net is Raghu, he is frm hyderabad, he and i have exchanged letters, handwritten ones, i mean. and it was a surprise and a pleasure to exchange thoughts with him. you see apart from popla i dont think anyone till date has bothered to write back, again let me be very specific, i probably mean you, because technically over the past few years it has been only u who i hve written to.anyway, Raghu belives, that he is not made out to write abt mundane things, things which happen in our day to day life, but letters acco to him should contain such thoughts which cannot be always verbalized and some grains of thoughts which can be retained for the future times to think and savour.i did build up a habit of sorts (if three letters can form a habit?) of writing like that, but honestly, it actually takes a lot of effort to write that way.
Rajdeep says it is not one fine day that a writer starts writing beutiful and meaningful things. he said to me just the other day, that priyanka the day u started writing, do u think u composed the best poem or the best writing, it has taken u time and with every line u have written u have gotten better at it, it is smething that u urself cn feel happening as u read ur series of writings, u have bcome better at understanding ur own emotions and thoughts and finding the correct and most imptly appropriate word to express it.Rajdeep is vry good at talking i smetimes feel listening to him as if he reading from a pre-written script, he is so well organised in what he wants to say and right from the logical flow of his thoughts and the choice of his words he is quite the orator. yes, i talk incessently but there is an art of speech which smehw he happens to knw or has developed, i dont knw which?anyway, having given this concept of developing better writng skills, i started to read my older writings, and i realised he was right. after all these years, i do feel that my poems or for that matter writing cn be read and understood by others. the immaturity of my writing was reflected in my fear that my poems were much too personal for pple to understand, but nw i realise that as time has gone by my choice of words have brought the thoughts away from personal closure to a public openness.i guess i ought to explain what got us talking abt this, i was wondering hw cme pple who write these amazing lyrics which u hear and almost feel that had u but thought this was exactly smething u wud hve written but u didn't write, to this Rajdeep said that it has taken these men and women years to come to such point where when ever they write such words take form, and ofcourse consatnt polishing is part of the artistic process, before i did not change anything i wrote trying to keep the sponataneity of it intact but there is much more beyond the spontaneous overflow of emotions, as wordsworth said, he himself changed and chopped his creations. that is truly the creative process.i also belive that most of our thoughts and especially a lot of wat i feel is extremely intangible and to put them into words is a very difficult concept, to begin with one must understand oneself in order to do so, apart from that i feel one needs to accept oneself and look at oneself, the real self in our inner mirror and accept that face and then only can someone write without fear, i belive part of this is also inborn, this truly ingenious thought ought to win me a noble prize, ehhh?
no, i guess i have completely rattled ur brains, or may be no, i wonder if any of my words leave a lasting impression on people's mind? a question which should not come to me, if i am to bcme a true artist, i must ignore all those why's only to write as much as possible...
so that some day when i am no longer mingling my life's breathe in these lonely environs someone somewhere may remember the wafting fragrance of some unknown flower reminds him of someone he knew who said something that makes sense now, yet, the name remains forgotten... or may be a smile streaks the corners of the curve to remember conversations under cobwebbed memories.
remember me, world, for i always fell in love with YOU over and over again!!
one of my frnds on the net is Raghu, he is frm hyderabad, he and i have exchanged letters, handwritten ones, i mean. and it was a surprise and a pleasure to exchange thoughts with him. you see apart from popla i dont think anyone till date has bothered to write back, again let me be very specific, i probably mean you, because technically over the past few years it has been only u who i hve written to.anyway, Raghu belives, that he is not made out to write abt mundane things, things which happen in our day to day life, but letters acco to him should contain such thoughts which cannot be always verbalized and some grains of thoughts which can be retained for the future times to think and savour.i did build up a habit of sorts (if three letters can form a habit?) of writing like that, but honestly, it actually takes a lot of effort to write that way.
Rajdeep says it is not one fine day that a writer starts writing beutiful and meaningful things. he said to me just the other day, that priyanka the day u started writing, do u think u composed the best poem or the best writing, it has taken u time and with every line u have written u have gotten better at it, it is smething that u urself cn feel happening as u read ur series of writings, u have bcome better at understanding ur own emotions and thoughts and finding the correct and most imptly appropriate word to express it.Rajdeep is vry good at talking i smetimes feel listening to him as if he reading from a pre-written script, he is so well organised in what he wants to say and right from the logical flow of his thoughts and the choice of his words he is quite the orator. yes, i talk incessently but there is an art of speech which smehw he happens to knw or has developed, i dont knw which?anyway, having given this concept of developing better writng skills, i started to read my older writings, and i realised he was right. after all these years, i do feel that my poems or for that matter writing cn be read and understood by others. the immaturity of my writing was reflected in my fear that my poems were much too personal for pple to understand, but nw i realise that as time has gone by my choice of words have brought the thoughts away from personal closure to a public openness.i guess i ought to explain what got us talking abt this, i was wondering hw cme pple who write these amazing lyrics which u hear and almost feel that had u but thought this was exactly smething u wud hve written but u didn't write, to this Rajdeep said that it has taken these men and women years to come to such point where when ever they write such words take form, and ofcourse consatnt polishing is part of the artistic process, before i did not change anything i wrote trying to keep the sponataneity of it intact but there is much more beyond the spontaneous overflow of emotions, as wordsworth said, he himself changed and chopped his creations. that is truly the creative process.i also belive that most of our thoughts and especially a lot of wat i feel is extremely intangible and to put them into words is a very difficult concept, to begin with one must understand oneself in order to do so, apart from that i feel one needs to accept oneself and look at oneself, the real self in our inner mirror and accept that face and then only can someone write without fear, i belive part of this is also inborn, this truly ingenious thought ought to win me a noble prize, ehhh?
no, i guess i have completely rattled ur brains, or may be no, i wonder if any of my words leave a lasting impression on people's mind? a question which should not come to me, if i am to bcme a true artist, i must ignore all those why's only to write as much as possible...
so that some day when i am no longer mingling my life's breathe in these lonely environs someone somewhere may remember the wafting fragrance of some unknown flower reminds him of someone he knew who said something that makes sense now, yet, the name remains forgotten... or may be a smile streaks the corners of the curve to remember conversations under cobwebbed memories.
remember me, world, for i always fell in love with YOU over and over again!!
Monday, February 06, 2006
5th feb 06
i went out wid popla y'day, it ws strange tht y'day one of her former class 12th frnd shud turn up, she was ok, i mean nice and all. u knw hw terribly judgemental i can get smetimes! anyway, she ws supposed to retrn by a train in the eve to kharagpur, and it seemed that bcoz of the traffic we might nt b able to mke it to howrah. then she gt a call frm her bf and she ws almost in tears. neither i nor popla were aware hw serious the issue of her cmin to visit a frnd to kol ws wid her bf. incidentally, popla hd been pestering her to stay bck for the night and in her initial negatives one cud hve easily read an uneasiness due to changing her plans in the middle and a sort of fear that comes wid realising that our parents will be very upset and worried abt us. i am sure thats wat popla ws thinking, she even offered to talk to her parents, but obviously there ws more to the story, i ws surprised to find myself telling popla not to force this gal.i don't knw frm wat instinct i did that. but later both me and popla realised she was scared stiff of her bf... who ws getting pissed by the minute, because she ws getting late and might miss the train. seeing her in almost tears and hearing her say things like "i have searched for committment and not found it and now that i have found it i don't want to upset him.." she is doing MA frm RBU in english, i don't knw, i almost felt a relief wash over me, i wasn't this desparate. yes it is grt to b in a relationship and right nw i crave nothing more than to be in a relationship but to be so insecure as to let smebody lead my life... i am nt sure. neither popla nor i could really associate wid her, but smewhere we both agreed every1 hs a diff way of looking at life, if this made her happy (again happiness being vry subjective and almost unmeasurable) then she ought to do it. and i thought to myself, may be i wud hve done the same given the situation.
this gal had been in a relationship wid the wrong kind of person although perfect in terms of career and all that, for 5 years, and smehow i understood the horrors she may have felt when dealing wid a bastard like him.i have been around several of these and i knw for a girl like her it must have been tough.i think she has kinda jolted me out of a revery, the need that i feel, and speak of will never override my personality, my pride, the essential human being that i am. it is a lil difficult to expect things to be perfect in such scenarios, but whatever the permutations and combinations that may ultimately cme abt, things i have a feeling always find a way to wrkout for the best.
i asked myself a q quite a number of times, actually the last part of the journey wid popla ws almost in silence as both of us were in deep thought.. i asked myself, wud i be happy in such a relation, hypothetically? after all it isnt difficult to see that the guy is terribly possessive and cares a lot for her at times bordering on jealousy.
anyway, as always i was unburdening my mind more than anything else. doesn't it seem that i ask a lot of q's and then never find answers, i must confess most often when typing the q's i stumble upon the ans or threads to them and never write abt them. popla says u shudn't compromise on wat u want, i guess thats right, there will be so many things to compromise on once u meet that person, it is stupidity to perhaps compromise on what u want, coz if u do that at the very beginning when difficult times come infront of u, the bitterness of regret may cloud ur heart and mind. as always heart is always before the mind... atleast for me....
this gal had been in a relationship wid the wrong kind of person although perfect in terms of career and all that, for 5 years, and smehow i understood the horrors she may have felt when dealing wid a bastard like him.i have been around several of these and i knw for a girl like her it must have been tough.i think she has kinda jolted me out of a revery, the need that i feel, and speak of will never override my personality, my pride, the essential human being that i am. it is a lil difficult to expect things to be perfect in such scenarios, but whatever the permutations and combinations that may ultimately cme abt, things i have a feeling always find a way to wrkout for the best.
i asked myself a q quite a number of times, actually the last part of the journey wid popla ws almost in silence as both of us were in deep thought.. i asked myself, wud i be happy in such a relation, hypothetically? after all it isnt difficult to see that the guy is terribly possessive and cares a lot for her at times bordering on jealousy.
anyway, as always i was unburdening my mind more than anything else. doesn't it seem that i ask a lot of q's and then never find answers, i must confess most often when typing the q's i stumble upon the ans or threads to them and never write abt them. popla says u shudn't compromise on wat u want, i guess thats right, there will be so many things to compromise on once u meet that person, it is stupidity to perhaps compromise on what u want, coz if u do that at the very beginning when difficult times come infront of u, the bitterness of regret may cloud ur heart and mind. as always heart is always before the mind... atleast for me....
rang de basanti
Amazing movie! almost "unreal" like the RJ says. i'm listening to the music now, the song "tu bin bataye" played for the proposal scene between madhavan (ajay rathore) and soha ali (soniya)- underplayed - expressions and silent actions. the song is almost like a background score, the voices of the characters are not heard yet you can almost hear everything they are saying. the concept so fantastic of a film within a film and the subtle way in which our national past meets the personal present of the six characters is ironic as is the 'dead hero brought home wrapped in the national flag' charade played during drunken revelry.it is no doubt apt that they should die - as all who have been heroes must. after all that is how poetic justice or 'injustice'(sic) can be shown.the background score is so fantastic (again lost for words!!) it is almost unbearable not to concentrate on it more than on the action on screen.but my question perhaps remains unanswered yet again, does the generation really awaken? i donot even hear people discussing the movie with fervour in public, or may be it is a personal realization and an awakening inside. one can find an excuse for no whispers or agitated voices even at the end of the movie- it was really moving, leaving us speechlees - with grief, sorrow, pain, hurt - some emotions indescribable because of their depth and variety.films should be like this and they are entertaining yet deep and meaningful. shades of every one of the characters drawn becomes apparent to the individual audience at different points of time.yet does the fil make a great differnece to the youth? will we not forget it as one of the first hits of 2006? may be once again "rang de basanti", yet one more film on colors, will be lobbyed out of india's nominations for oscars.it is filmy - unreal - i almost did not belive that the defense minister had been murdered. i do not know why but the character of 'karan' spoke to me more than any other. he seemed more human. not mouthing big words, doubtful, moved in love, pain, hurt and the rest will be history.whoever you are -unreal as u may be, i fell in love with you.
i just found out ur name was siddharth, cool name dude!!
i just found out ur name was siddharth, cool name dude!!
Saturday, January 21, 2006
HUG WAR!!!
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You have just been hugged!!
That's right, there's no getting out of it this time!! This is the start of a full-scale Hug O' War! So hug everyone you know!!!
Hug your friends, your enemies, everyone!! With all the other forwards out there, I thought this would be a good one to start. The hug is my favorite sign of affection. It can mean so much, and so many things at the same time. It can be a sign of love, friendship, comfort or anything.
So here you go. All I can say it will do is brighten someone's day. I mean, we all need a hug once in a while.
God knows, we could all REALLY use a hug sometimes. So send this on and show someone you care!!
SO HERE IS YOUR WARM HUG, TO LIFT YOUR CURVE AND TURN A FROWN INTO A SMILE...
Happy New Year 2006
A lil late but nevertheless here:
anway, whats up people???
i am fantastic in this year, had a good time with friends and family over the new year and still enjoying till end of this month, learning how to drive and loving it. seems a libran thing ... driving and librans go well... ref: Ricky.
spoke to him a jus y'day things aren't that good on certain fronts but like all librans u wouldn't notice a thing amiss in his behavior.
i am off on a trip on 25th, it is going to be fantastic!! a short but a good one with friends from the instt and some outsiders too, i thought i would take one of my own friends from outside the instt since others were takin theirs... more on that later...
here's a nice piece i received about Bongs and vacs... and the hint is i am similarly forewarned by parents and off to a chilly place... here's to having a lot of fun, CHEERS!!
For all 'cool' bongs and half bongs and honorary Bongs
One phrase every Bengali worth his sweater has grown up with is thanda legejabey. It is the ultimate warning of impending doom, an unadulterated form ofexistentialist advice. Thanda lege jabey. Thou shalt 'catch the cold'.
'Catching the cold' comes easy to Bengalis.
It's a skill that's acquired almostimmediately after birth.
Watch a Bengali baby and you would know. Wrapped inlayers of warm clothing even if the sun is boiling the mercury, the baby learnsquickly that his chances of survival in a Bengali household depend on howtightly he can wrap himself in cotton, linen and wool.
Bengalis have almost romanticized warm clothing, so much so that Bengali art hasfound eloquent expression in a form of quilt-stitch work called kantha. I'm surewool-shearers even in faraway Australia say a silent prayer to Bengalis beforethe shearing season (if there's any such season). I'm also sure the very thoughtof Bengalis sends a chill down the spine of many a sheep.
In winter, the quintessential Bengali's outfit puts the polar bear to shame.Packaged in at least seven layers of clothing and the head snugly packed insidethe queerest headgear, the monkey cap, he takes the chill head on. Easy lies thehead that wears the monkey cap. With a pom-pom at the top, it's not just afashion statement; it's a complete fashion paragraph.
I remember strolling down the Walk of Fame in Hollywood on a pleasant Mayevening. My eyes scanned the glittering stars on the asphalt - each an ode to aHollywood heavyweight. Suddenly, my ears caught the unmistakable Doomsdaywarning - 'thanda lege jabey'. I stood transfixed. The Hollywood Walk of Fame isprobably the last place one would like to get caught 'catching the cold'. Iturned around. There was this Bengali family braving the American chill. Theyoung brat of the family was adamant that he didn't want any more clothing butmom wouldn't have any of "sweater porey nao, thanda lege jabey." I need nottranslate that. Mom won, and the family, sweaters et al - posed for aphotograph.
For a race that is perpetually running scared of cold weather, Bengalis have asurprising affinity for hill stations. Probably, warmth of heart is bestpreserved in shawls, pullovers and cardigans.
In an age when you are judged byhow cool or uncool you are, the warmth that the kakus, jethus and mashimas exudecan melt icebergs. I wouldn't trade that warmth for any amount of cool. However,the monkey cap may look cool without the pom-pom.
anway, whats up people???
i am fantastic in this year, had a good time with friends and family over the new year and still enjoying till end of this month, learning how to drive and loving it. seems a libran thing ... driving and librans go well... ref: Ricky.
spoke to him a jus y'day things aren't that good on certain fronts but like all librans u wouldn't notice a thing amiss in his behavior.
i am off on a trip on 25th, it is going to be fantastic!! a short but a good one with friends from the instt and some outsiders too, i thought i would take one of my own friends from outside the instt since others were takin theirs... more on that later...
here's a nice piece i received about Bongs and vacs... and the hint is i am similarly forewarned by parents and off to a chilly place... here's to having a lot of fun, CHEERS!!
For all 'cool' bongs and half bongs and honorary Bongs
One phrase every Bengali worth his sweater has grown up with is thanda legejabey. It is the ultimate warning of impending doom, an unadulterated form ofexistentialist advice. Thanda lege jabey. Thou shalt 'catch the cold'.
'Catching the cold' comes easy to Bengalis.
It's a skill that's acquired almostimmediately after birth.
Watch a Bengali baby and you would know. Wrapped inlayers of warm clothing even if the sun is boiling the mercury, the baby learnsquickly that his chances of survival in a Bengali household depend on howtightly he can wrap himself in cotton, linen and wool.
Bengalis have almost romanticized warm clothing, so much so that Bengali art hasfound eloquent expression in a form of quilt-stitch work called kantha. I'm surewool-shearers even in faraway Australia say a silent prayer to Bengalis beforethe shearing season (if there's any such season). I'm also sure the very thoughtof Bengalis sends a chill down the spine of many a sheep.
In winter, the quintessential Bengali's outfit puts the polar bear to shame.Packaged in at least seven layers of clothing and the head snugly packed insidethe queerest headgear, the monkey cap, he takes the chill head on. Easy lies thehead that wears the monkey cap. With a pom-pom at the top, it's not just afashion statement; it's a complete fashion paragraph.
I remember strolling down the Walk of Fame in Hollywood on a pleasant Mayevening. My eyes scanned the glittering stars on the asphalt - each an ode to aHollywood heavyweight. Suddenly, my ears caught the unmistakable Doomsdaywarning - 'thanda lege jabey'. I stood transfixed. The Hollywood Walk of Fame isprobably the last place one would like to get caught 'catching the cold'. Iturned around. There was this Bengali family braving the American chill. Theyoung brat of the family was adamant that he didn't want any more clothing butmom wouldn't have any of "sweater porey nao, thanda lege jabey." I need nottranslate that. Mom won, and the family, sweaters et al - posed for aphotograph.
For a race that is perpetually running scared of cold weather, Bengalis have asurprising affinity for hill stations. Probably, warmth of heart is bestpreserved in shawls, pullovers and cardigans.
In an age when you are judged byhow cool or uncool you are, the warmth that the kakus, jethus and mashimas exudecan melt icebergs. I wouldn't trade that warmth for any amount of cool. However,the monkey cap may look cool without the pom-pom.
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