tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51499172677380682432024-03-05T17:28:39.338-08:00Beautiful lifede trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-53315051050280316612014-10-13T08:33:00.000-07:002014-11-05T19:23:33.218-08:00Genie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />On our carpet<br />Of words,<br />We flew all night<br />Like the nightly birds.<br />Little lamps -<br />Of people’s tired nights,<br />A kaleidoscope -<br />Of ordinary dreams and fights.<br />We flew over the rivers,<br />Over the highways,<br />Roping places together<br />Strings of grays.<br />We held tightly,<br />Our hands<br />As we flew on our carpet<br />Over grieving lands.<br />We pondered<br />Over people’s sorrows.<br />Thought of mighty ways<br />To make them pillows.<br />Our carpet,<br />Our dear world,<br />Was weaved in purple<br />With brocades of gold.<br />Others admired -<br />During the day.<br />Our carpet, they dreamed of<br />And wished as they may.<br />The carpet is still there<br />But our faith unstable,<br />We have grown up<br />And doubt if it’s able.<br />The purple is dusty<br />And the gold weary -<br />As we are away<br />On path, far dreary.<br />I wish for again<br />The carpet flights<br />And see from above<br />The city lights.<br />Do you have faith?<br />Would you daunt?<br />A flight with me<br />Would you want?<br />If I am left alone<br />With our carpet of love<br />I will still fly<br />Like the white dove.</div>
de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-7676302728549822762014-10-06T22:07:00.002-07:002014-10-06T22:07:53.562-07:00Asphyxiate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I can hear</div>
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In your heart.</div>
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The last bell</div>
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Of the Day -</div>
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When will you return home?</div>
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The clock strikes one</div>
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I did not eat,</div>
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Are you here yet?</div>
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I can see</div>
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Someone's smile</div>
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On your lips.</div>
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Why don't you laugh with me anymore?</div>
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Love, that I had,</div>
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Is scattered </div>
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Like the last leaves</div>
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Of fall.</div>
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Would you pick one,</div>
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Keep it in the pages</div>
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Of your favourite book?</div>
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Years will pass,</div>
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And it will dry</div>
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Leaving a mark</div>
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On that page of your favourite book.</div>
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Some day</div>
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When you are happy</div>
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With someone's smile,</div>
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When you are dancing</div>
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With someone's rhyme,</div>
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Would you open that page</div>
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And spare a moment</div>
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On that leaf,</div>
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Of my once love?</div>
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Would you then know,</div>
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That I loved you the most?</div>
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And would you then want</div>
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To asphyxiate time?</div>
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de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-7536525043607278722014-10-05T02:36:00.003-07:002014-10-05T02:39:17.451-07:00Soliloquy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yes, I loved you. Loved you passionately with every bit of my soul. I loved you till I tasted my tears. I could feel my gut bloat and my heart burst. I could hear the midnight strike, with dog barks and insect scream. I stood in the darkness and the deep hollow. With my heart in hand and teardrops on it. Relentless, I was in it. I waited as long as I could. I wanted you with every cell in my brain, every blood drop of my body. I battled logic and reason. I shut off good wishes and friendly waves. Because all I wanted was you. You were my destination and my road. I walked on you to reach you. There was rain, thunder and muddy nights. There were lashes of fire and heat of the sun. I still walked on you to reach you. There were no sidewalks to sit on. No railings to lean on. I had to walk and walk on. Stoned sometimes, sometimes I was a muse. I saw other who wanted to travel you too. They left, or you left. But I walked on. You did not let me leave. You satiated yourself with the treachery and my pain. It nourished you. It kept you reminding of my love for you. You wanted to see me. See me every moment. See me struggle through the road named you. Years and days passed by. You did not let me stop walking you. It would kill you. If I stopped, the road would stop too. For I was the lone explorer of the road named you. Others came and went. It was not easy to walk you. I battled your hatred. It was you saying you love me. Your way of wanting me. You hated me from the core. You expected me to stop walking you. Shocked, you were. Amazed, you were. Denial, you were in. I too, defied and destroyed the road behind me. Possessed by the journey, how could I let others take the road I took. I was the owner and the only traveler. I fought with every spring that came our way. I wanted winter and harsh winter. So that you could feel my warmth. I hated autumn for it would make you happy. For it would make you happy alone. For it would satiate you off me. I hated the rain, for you will be free. I wanted only winter. And a harsh one. And winter it was. Snow cold around. I could see only thorny bushes. It would hurt you. Make you cold. Make you shiver with unwanted bruises. I would comfort you, and that made me claim my road. Claim my rights. Claim my love for you. And then there was a snowstorm. Too harsh for us. Too harsh for me to warm it down. Too harsh for me to comfort you. Like the spring, the autumn, the rain, the winter too, took you off me. Fool I was to love you so passionately. Fool I was to not feel your pain. That snowstorm blew it all. Uprooted you were. I could not walk you anymore. I too blew away with the snowstorm. We lost.</div>
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de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-19181923423018165752014-10-05T02:06:00.001-07:002014-10-05T02:13:02.205-07:00Finishing Line<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Walls around me</div>
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Crumbling down</div>
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I wake up every morning</div>
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To a dull sun</div>
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And a silent clown.</div>
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I don't find my way</div>
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Where is that lane?</div>
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Should I trace back</div>
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And start again?</div>
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Tell me when I am wrong,</div>
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Tell me I am bad</div>
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Tell me that I am cruel</div>
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I took away all you had?</div>
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Those days of dream</div>
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Days of love and sleep</div>
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We are together now</div>
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For a decade of time!</div>
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And a separation of</div>
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Pain and a thousand mile.</div>
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Have you been asleep?</div>
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And awake in your dreams?</div>
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Why then are we crying</div>
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Tears of endless nights of tire</div>
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Days are gone</div>
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Nights too</div>
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You say never and forever</div>
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Now, what do i do?</div>
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The truth is I never had</div>
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Someone like you</div>
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Someone with love</div>
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Someone carrying me</div>
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And yet again I lose</div>
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I lose you to me</div>
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de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-66916155885956172012-07-31T09:28:00.000-07:002014-10-05T02:13:10.680-07:00Incognito<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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With silent footsteps on the way</div>
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Love breezed near.</div>
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Losing myself</div>
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In its wonder,</div>
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I lost myself in the silence.</div>
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Uncrowned it remained,</div>
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Unthroned it departed.</div>
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Chasing with my being-</div>
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To find love dreaming,</div>
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Dreaming inchoate.</div>
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Lost it was then</div>
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In the darkness of the night.</div>
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The dimming lamp-</div>
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At the end of the road,</div>
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Is it a crimson mirage?</div>
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de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-78381609348830760202012-07-25T21:50:00.003-07:002012-07-25T21:51:54.425-07:00Old Notes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was wandering through some pre-historic e-mails and notes. I found sweet and smiling memories ready to take me back in time and recall those precious years and days. I would preserve it for future, when times will be tough and there would be complains and regrets. These would show me the light from the end we started to walk in. All the things I am saying and will say are dedicated to a very special person.<br />
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First<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">I know this creature since 8th standard in school and from then on he has done nothing else than getting on my nerves more and more....<br />He was short-tempered with a give-a-damn attitude in almost everything around him which was stacked on with other unwanted vices! On the other side of this devil resides a great friend and a once-good-singer! In good mood he laughs at everyhing meaningful and meaningless but if you catch him in a bad phase... ahem.... you've got to have loads of patience, effort and things suchlike to bring him back to his self! Did I mention that he is always confused? well, well, I've completely loved knowing this guy and I hope this is gonna continue as his madness does! Wish him Smiles, like this -> :D</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">All I want to say<br />Is thank you,<br />For being by my side<br />In those dark days.<br />For sprinkling some smiles<br />And happiness here and there,<br />I wish our bond strengthens<br />And happily forever it stays!<br />Luv u always....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Embodiment of Genuinity and a guy who can show you how to live life. I am Lucky to have him by my side. All the fights and all the craziness we do reminds me of all those precious moments we have had and mark new moments which I am sure to cherish later in life. I learn so many things in so many new ways. Sweets, you have completely changed the shades of my life and have put sparkling colors all around. Wish you all the good for all the days we are going to spend ahead. I am so sure that you are going to be an exemplary human being! Luv u always!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Writing for you again! It still seems to be just yesterday when in the middle of the night, without seeing each other for more than triple of years, we decided to stand for each other for the rest of our lives. From a no-one to a rival, from a rival to a friend, from a friend to best-friend, from best-friend to an unnamed bond and now, after sailing through all the mighty waves we, together gaze towards the coming days holding each other no matter what. There are a handful of people who have known me as much as you do. Yet, every morning it seems that it is just yesterday. A priceless companion is what you are to me. Life is there because you are there. A little brave hope is what we need and I am certain that we will even victor upon those four grave years coming our way. Never leave my hand as always remember that someone is blindly walking with you, assured that no matter what, this guy is going to be there with me always!<br />Luv you sweets!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Finale</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">I still do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">p.s. These are not so private because they were rescued from various un-private publications.</span></div>
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</div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-37554592942867600412012-03-10T09:38:00.001-08:002012-03-10T09:38:28.885-08:00Flying<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Walk in high heels till you reach the place. Am I dressed up? Decked up? Oh yes I am. Rarely I do this thing to myself. Pamper. More pamper. What I think is normal. This is how I do it. I feel good 'bout the same.<br />
Even if tons of pair of eyes stare at me I am doing it. I am being selfish. I am not listening to people when I am hearing them. I am not seeing anyone when I look at them. I am. Only me. I do not care if there are people around. People I know. People I do not know. Yes I am listening to Eagles in the middle of the night. And I got a peaceful easy feeling. </div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-26079644523842019832011-08-02T01:01:00.000-07:002011-08-02T01:01:43.353-07:00Pigs have wings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Twiggy lives in the leafy corner<br />
Of a pink-flowered lawn.<br />
He wished to fly<br />
And fly till the dawn.<br />
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Twiggy the piggy was fat,<br />
Eating and sleeping all day<br />
Glancing at Biggie, his friend<br />
Who lived a foot away!<br />
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Biggie was a sad piggy<br />
Who failed to fly.<br />
He is always sacred<br />
And never does he try.<br />
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Every day Twiggy tried<br />
Wishing to kiss the blue sky-<br />
Believing he has wings<br />
He was certain that he would fly!<br />
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On fine morning we woke up,<br />
He found himself in the air.<br />
Thinking that he is flying-<br />
He sang lord's prayer.<br />
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His stomach chruning,<br />
His head a lil' dizzy,<br />
"Twiggy is flying" he shouted!<br />
Biggie, but, was all tizzy!<br />
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"My friend is stupid" Biggie thought -<br />
"Pigs never fly!<br />
If pigs had wings,<br />
Wouldn't I try!"<br />
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"Once I too tried" -<br />
Said Biggie crying,<br />
"But if you want life,<br />
You have to be complying!"<br />
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Twiggy closed his eyes,<br />
Enjoying up in the air.<br />
Till he saw a man- <br />
With an angry glare!<br />
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Flight crashed and hit hard,<br />
Thrown in the back of the car.<br />
Twiggy knew the strange pang<br />
And he stared blankly afar!</div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-23082792256026197192011-03-27T02:36:00.000-07:002011-03-27T02:36:28.000-07:00Gorge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh the homeless, the permanence<br />
<div>And the voyager -</div><div>Splashed in the raging stream,</div><div>Where do you hide?</div><div>The loud screaming wind -</div><div>Be Gentle,</div><div>Summoning whom </div><div>In this lonely infinite?</div><div>Oh the brimful river,</div><div>Trembling impatience,</div><div>Clouding the banks!</div><div>The dormant little drops</div><div>Thunder the sky aloud -</div><div>They are sparkling </div><div>Gorgeous blue!</div><div>The homeless, the permanence </div><div>Nor the voyager,</div><div>Neither there are, </div><div>Stars in the nightly black!</div></div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-25770956756217511142011-03-23T00:27:00.000-07:002011-03-23T00:31:15.229-07:00Gift of Cheesecake by Uncle Failure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">In a comprehensive manner I (purely out of my own personal experience) hereby list out the following benefits of failure -<br />
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1) The knowledge of what I cannot do<br />
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2) The knowledge of what others can which I can't<br />
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3) How far behind I am from the last person in the race that I can almost lead the next group<br />
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4) What I have been doing is not my best but much less than what I can still make out<br />
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5) I have started waking up at a decent time in the morning and work till a little late<br />
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6) At last I am sincere in life (ummm... yes I can say that) :)<br />
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7) People say I am losing weight (walah!!!)<br />
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8) At the rock bottom, I have nothing to lose, so I am super tension free :)<br />
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9) The already there bad habits are walking out of life.<br />
(....yeah...... I know.... but blogging is not a bad habit, come on!)<br />
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Finally) Everyday I get to know how much more I could have done and have had a nice time now - but at the same time I would not have had the life's most precious benefits which I have just enumerated :)<br />
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Cheers!</div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-21347292739801409132011-01-29T02:27:00.000-08:002011-01-29T02:27:57.251-08:00Signs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/uy0HNWto0UY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>A short film. Features in <a href="http://www.schhh.eu/shortfilms/">Schweppes Short Film Festival</a>. Of many short films I am watching these days, this one is one of the best. The background score/track is involving and holds the viewers' attention aptly. The film depicts the human instinct towards communication. Relationship between two person is merely influenced by time and words. This is the crux. it is all about communicating with a person freely without holding ourselves back. Important, though, is not to have any prejudices outlook. So, sit back, watch and Enjoy!!<br />
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</div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-10791329540240143172011-01-27T07:41:00.000-08:002011-01-27T07:41:06.011-08:00The Tensed Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">They don't only haunt your nights but also has a role-playing in your daily life. I say this today not because of the reason that sometimes I want to talk nonsense. This year twenty eleven has been one of such kind. It seems that dark scary UFOs are hovering over me and my life. When I spot one and try to run away hiding from it, I end up being the target of another. :( Poor ME!<br />
Oh shut up.. Its no use being such a cry baby myself. My mentor says that we must remember that we alone are the scriptwriter's of our lives. It gives you power to take control of your life.<br />
Actually, the UFOs are even following in my sub-conscious mind. I see post-night-movie shows. Movies are chiefly scientific fiction and thriller depicting my inner dark self. Did I mention that these movies make my dreams...Yes I "dream" them<br />
The scariest was the one I saw last night.<br />
A more or less barren land with scorching sun up in the sky. Some rude (you could say just by looking at their faces) people, actually three of them, as far as I remember. We, I and many other people like me were standing as if in some kind of punishment. Indeed it was. The super-bad guy suddenly declared that one of us would be killed. Since it was MY dream, the focus was obviously myself and I became that unfortunate one. I was taken away from the group by one of the other bad guys. He held a weapon (like a kitchen knife) in his hands. I was angry more than scared (don't know why). Hence it follows. I snatched the weapon and put it into my own head. (haha, thankfully it was just a dream, **phew**)<br />
My head ached and I fell down. Someone dragged me to some secluded dilapidated room. I thought to myself, What is actually the reason for all this I don't know!!<br />
Right then, I heard from afar the super bad-guy screaming "Alright, for the rest of you, you will be downgraded to masters"!!<br />
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[to some of you it might not make any sense, but to people whom it does, I am sure you can connect to the mental tension I tried to describe :) ]</div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-90034226007257506202010-06-29T06:01:00.000-07:002010-06-29T06:22:43.799-07:00A for AviThose were days when we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">used</span> to hop on heavy bags and gulp down the breakfast to rush through the gates and run to our friends and smile towards the coming five hours. My 13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> year, my 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> standard, my friends and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">un</span>-sweet thing among these was the shuffling of friends, of sections, of teachers and of new faces. Philosophy says whatever happens to us always for good. either tangible or intangible. It indeed was. The lessons of friendship were fresh, were new and were revised. With new companions, new squabbles and new smiles. That was when I met <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Avi</span>. A young yet tall, very tall boy wearing knee-length blue trouser uniform exposing his awkward hairy but well built legs. Wearing self acclaimed charismatic air, he went around in the corridors and stairs bubbling and cheering. I saw him very little among us, in the class, I somehow did not share sweet nothings with him. Yet there were many <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">twilight</span> when I thought about him, many songs I hummed for him, many times I wished him.<br />In one such mundane day, in between more mundane classes, he said that he to wishes the same. He said <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">aloud</span> "I love you". My answer was oblivion. Cowardice. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">unwished</span> my wishes. Thereafter, this game brought me back to the same point but I chose to choose the other move. I chose to lose. Again in an untoward mundane night, across a few cities, we talked. We talked into dawn. I said <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aloud</span> "I love you". I chose to win.<br />Now I can say what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Avi</span> is to me. He is my way of defining life. He is my part of happiness. The companionship is more than prized. My promises, my complaints, my tears, my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointments</span>, my joys, my excitements all are in a circle centering him. He is an instantiation of all the relationships to me. He is the most treasured friend. He is the strictness of parents when I am deluded. He is the chocolate, the balloon, the flowers, the rainbow, the rains, the warm sun, the fleeting beautiful snow, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">crescendo</span> of jazz and everything that I love. He is my way of love. He is the realisation life.<br />He is meaning.de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-53862992442398340072010-06-28T06:31:00.000-07:002010-06-28T07:55:57.112-07:00Something to write<div align="justify">It seems almost an era I have posted last. Blogging perhaps is my way of talking to myself whenever I want to, whatsoever. Now a days I somehow instantly make a story out of everything that my eyes catch a glance of. Nevertheless it can be a half finished tube of squeezy kissan jam having a cartoon of some monkay called King Louie who happens to love mango over banana! I know I am not making any sense. I am very tired these days. Rather my mind is. Hanging between leaving behind the tangible and intangible things and memories of past 23 years and the impending four, most exciting, happening, lonely and creative years of my life. Yes, I will be going somewhere. And that somewhere is very far away from my home. Though it is no more than 3 and a half hours of flying across many countries and above many homes and roads, I am afraid of not being able to come back through the same 3 and a half hours of flying that easily. I am yet to discover the numerously many other stuffs that I am afraid of. I still am numb to the feeling of looking everywhere around me and yet not finding out any of the known faces and smiles. I am afraid of changes. Changes that are sudden and untoward. I know I should not forebode evil. </div><div align="justify">Okay, yes I am happy and excited too nonetheless. I will be cooking whatever I feel like having. Now thats interesting to me, though it might not be for many others. In that case, I can cook for them also. I will be spending a lot of time doing nothing and yet not being shouted at. I am headed to discover a place where there exists four official language out of which I know only one and also completely dumb about the other three. I hope I will be happy always as people will find it preferrable to speak in the other three languages if they are talking not so good about me.</div><div align="justify">Overall, I think I need to experience every bit of it. And I am hopeful that each one will be a treasure for life.</div>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-24053839968002749462009-11-12T23:35:00.000-08:002009-11-12T23:46:22.707-08:00Regretas dictionary says, means to feel sorrow or remorse for. A friend says you should not Regret for anything that you do in life. Can it give birth to arrogance or vanquish self-discouragement! Should we or should we not? Is it answerable? Millions of people with billions of thoughts passing by thier minds. Regret is way to find our mistakes. Regret is to stop taking a step further. Confusing is what I can term it as.<br /><br /><br />p.s.I will try to write something more meaningful next time!de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-59174191226157084992008-08-24T20:47:00.000-07:002008-08-25T07:51:02.489-07:00After a long timei am writing again. Past couple of months deserved much more than 24 hours a day. The cover story being my academics. 3 years of mental torture yielded a degree and a black hat on my head. "Graduate" is the new adjective. The sadist side of me pushed me into another two years of higher degree torture after which I will be master of something [comp. sc. in this case]. These days when I see a small figure wearing some uniform and running with a bag on its back which is in fact bigger, a chill runs down my spine thinking about the two terrifying board exams and then the various consecutive onslaughts that is awaiting its way! :D<br />Pondering on the other happenings in these months, I see myself with increasing dimensions like an air balloon - my room becoming more and more messy day by day - my pc breaking down every now and then and putting all the work load on my lappy - my maid taking unusual long breaks making me do all household stuffs - ending with our apartment being painted after some six years and it looks like a new bride now!<br />Moving on to the most exciting and pleasant episode.<br />Spending the whole nights over phone, playing antakshari and me shrugging off in the mid of the game, planning for coming days, "discussing" about music where the discussion stops very soon and I find myself totally shut up while the other end of the vodafone kolkata-bangalore line wrecks thier nerves on the non stop lectures, hearing all-enthusiastic-reports on cricket and responding to it as POLITELY as possible....all this and more were flashing by my mind when I was waiting in music world for Avi to arrive. Following few days were the most story-like days I have ever spent in my life. Our hangouts were almost all over the city starting from princep ghat till tobin road (sorry,only kolkatans can figure out :P).<br />I got my arm burnt by half consumed gold-flake. Roamed around city centre when it was declared red alert. Helped the coffee-day owner earn a million more. City cab-drivers almost became our kins. Fought over travelling by metro or road. I learned how to talk to people - anyone and everyone - as if they are a part of your family. Hassling over his career plans which got on his nerves just after even a minute of discussion. Finally spending two most difficult days when Avi was in Yashwantpur Express and I was flipping through the pages of an old novel.<br />We spent this couple of weeks after almost half a decade, yet I never could feel any gap. It was like we will become the same old KVite if we are dressed up in navyblue-white. Perhaps that how friendships in school are forged and thats why we are bestfriends....de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-49426151988904175882008-06-19T20:08:00.000-07:002008-06-19T20:49:52.617-07:00Snapshot of MonsoonUmbrellas, folded up jeans, polythenes to wrap up the used - wet umbrellas, all day wet hair and things suchlike marks the monsoon carnival. Not only its arrival but when it starts dancing around it becomes and fine and romantic weather for people like me, who sit at home, doing nothing otherthan staring at the dusky sky and the other side is a combat for those living in huts and clay houses.<br />The air conditioned big black car runs through the drowned road with the wipers clearing up the water at some intervals. The people inside it talks about the mismanagement of traffic in the rains, the cause of water loggings ending up with melting make-ups during the rains. And that man beside the big black car, sitting in the window seat of the bus on his way home thinks if he would get a rickshaw that late when he gets down from the bus. Or again he has to fold up his trousers and swim through the water with the files and the bundle of rotis in his hand. His wife could not make them due to damped stove, may be!<br />Then comes the lady with that kid returning from the series of tuitions after school. The child looks like a keyed-doll that has to be active till his parents keep the keys moving. He went to school this morning, splashing and making fun in the water! School ends and there starts his race against other kids with the huge list of tuitions and classes. Monsoon hardly makes any difference to his routine. The mother, carrying the school bad, holding the umbrella in one hand and the kid in the other continuosly scolds the kid where the kid is totally involved in the orange candy he has in his hand!<br />There, is the group of youngsters chatting over a cup of tea in the cha-er dokan, laughing away to glory. Even they exhibit different fashions of folded up denim. The old-man with tea and one biscuit in reminiscing about his youth seeing these young ones and desperately tries to be a part of the bunch of laughters.<br />In the middle of the road, is a stuck up van with chickens tied up on it. The van-puller is annoyed, angered and detested as he knows that the traffic jam is because of him. Yet he can't manage to pull his van out of the chaos and hence facing all the galis and dhamkis from all around. He is wet, tired and perhaps has fever, may be! Temper is so obvious to be lost.<br />The chickens that are tied up are all wet, looking like one single lump of white creatures. They know thier destiny will lead them to the stomaches, yet struggling hard to escape with a chore of pak-paks ( the sound :P).<br />And now comes the traffic police standing all day long in that rain, without anyone to share a word of complain. Whistling and waving hands, wet clothes that dries up and again gets wet but he stands with the compulsive responsibility of managing the traffic and yet criticised on even a petty ocassion. His children and wife spends thier day waiting and waiting.<br />Okay, now here I am, standing in the shade of my college, seeing people and arranging my thoughts in words. After a tired day of running after my VP to get some documents attested, I stand there, hungry, sufferring from the fashion of not carrying an umbrella and trying to fold up my jeans too!de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-88021029423225667372008-06-05T00:11:00.000-07:002008-06-05T00:42:50.669-07:00How am I going to die?My exams are over. My life currently is a no-college, no-studies, no-work, all-sleep and all-eat life that I am leading. Hence this absolutely meaningless post.<br />Yesterday night I was talking to a buddy o' mine and in the conversation I realised that I never thought about one issue which actually can be the most exciting and fascinating one in my daily procastinations. So I thought. And I am writing.<br />The question which was the food of my thought was -> <span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>How am i going to die!</strong></span><br />To begin with it, I think, as of now, that I don't fear death. May be because I have never seen it closely or may be bacause I seriously DON'T!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">*</span></strong>I don't want to die in some hospital. I am very scared of operations, saline or blood channels that sticks pierced to your body till you are out of the hospital or the world. Moreover, the smell of hospitals almost faints me. Thus hospitals gets striked-out.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>*</strong></span>I don't want to commit suicide, The reaons being :<br />1) its a murder<br />2)someone or the other will be blamed even if no one is responsible. First of all, everyone's gonna suspect Ron, which i never want. After that, postmortems, reports, police, FIRs... omg its damn troublesome. People are not gonna find time to cry :-(<br />3)I can't demand my last wish.<br />4)Wif it doesnt work and i dont die..... the rest of my life I will listen ONLY to lectures<br />5)and lastly, WHY the hell will i commit suicide?<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">*</span></strong>I don't want to die of any terminal illness, reaons are obvious!<br /><br />So the conclusion is that I actually don't know what will I die of but then I know how I want LIVE the life I have. At the end of the day, I want that when I look back lying in my death bed, I must find that I have been a good daughter, a good girl, a good human being, a good wife and a good mother and no one got hurt because of me and I have lead a meaningful life! If these things I fulfill then i think that seriously I wont fear death!de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-64972813496378388452008-05-23T00:47:00.000-07:002008-05-23T01:20:47.765-07:00Iremain happy these days. Don't know why, but I do! Enjoying every moment as it comes to the very bit of it. Smiles and giggles paving my way. Laughing away all the pains and agonies with totally meaningless PJs! Suddenly everything around me has become rosy and pleasant. Life is playing a different music altogether. Music that brings joy!<br /><br />It is like knowledge coming in a flash :<br />MishtiZaa: LIFE??? :(<br />Someone: Yes LIFE !! :)<br />MishtiZaa (realizes) : hmmm, LIFE :D!!!<br />So am indebted to that someone!<br /><br />I feel proud of being myself. Proud of every little qualities I bear. Proud of being a bit too girlish! :D Recollections, debates about now-a-days-burning-topics, vulgarities, bad jokes right in the middle of a serious-talk and what not! Discovering new aspects that was dormant in these 20 years that I spent. Thinking simple and short. I don't feel the brutal weight of growing up anymore. So what if I grow up, I still am the same person as I always was. I feel special. What else do you need when you are regarded as someone's BEST friend. I don't ! These days I just smile and smile..... like this -> <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">:D</span></strong>!de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-61807837739891259232008-05-13T05:32:00.000-07:002008-05-13T05:46:01.864-07:00Alter-SelfLonely verses and aloof words<br />Unarranged emotions.<br />Blank and blatant<br />Remains the residue of life!<br />Thought faces the dead-end<br />And mind becomes numb.<br />We sit being at odds<br />With our own alter-self!<br />Perception of the wrong<br />Becomes cloudy and equivocal<br />When we leave ourselves<br />Amidst the long dark way<br />Just a little behind<br />From where we can see the dawn!<br />A little more could we walk<br />A little more could we hope.<br />Devil inside dragging us behind,<br />A little more could we fight!de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-5422067649320202092008-05-12T02:16:00.000-07:002008-05-12T02:59:39.783-07:00Blue n WhiteWhen my days started off with blue skirt, white shirt and a red belt, life was perhaps much simpler and synonymous to fun. When we started growing up, both in grades and mind, one such fine morning brought two persons who became what we were taught in much lower standards, F.R.I.E.N.D.S!! One was an unruffled, naive and a sweet lass and another was unpredictable, unlawful and a bit messed up! Just for the convenience of reading rest of the post let's name them. The former one be, hmmm... penguin and the latter one be Billy! :D<br />Ups and downs, heap of problems and quarrels yet one or two sweet smiles paved our way through the lanes of our school. A school-life which witnessed almost every uncomplicated yet tangled situations. Penguin was always kind of away from any chaos, yet supporting every troubled soul with all her might! The good-homework-doer and the tall-girl was always there by my side whenever I planned a prank on someone! The criminal-brain was mine and the post-crime-healer was her. A typical Sagittarian and mild personality with a EXTREMELY high pitched voice! :P<br />I still remember all her bashings and encouragements for me to do my homeworks IN TIME!<br />Oh yes, she's an awesome artist and drew her heart away to glory. Be it drawing classes or Hindi handwriting, she was the BEST! Okay enough of penguin-saga.... now it's time for Billy.<br />Ahemmm..... Billy was not my friend at the beginning. We started off with severe [ mind you, SEVERE] grudges against each other. Reasons not relevant!<br />One whole year witnessed the tit-for-tats and though innocent, but behind back games!<br />But I still don't figure out how we became, what I mentioned as F.R.I.E.N.D.S and that to so much gradually that I didn't even realize till the day I left school. We never had much of SWEET memories but we do have memories a lot viz. starting from the "scandals" of science class to Sanskrit tuitions, from chatting for hours o'er the net to SARKAR! :D Okay that’s it, I really don't have much memories to share actually... Billy was a subtle but inevitable friend in school. Perhaps he is even that one person with whom I fought the most. I don't think that there is anyone else in my life with whom I spent so much of negative days as I did with him.<br />But after all, the blue remained blue and the white remained white. Memories of blue n white days were the most colorful ones I have ever had. I just have one question unanswered now and that is Why do we grow up and leave all those days behind?de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-39113733363502278502008-03-03T08:52:00.000-08:002008-03-03T09:06:31.950-08:00Hidden TreasureWe have a treasure that belongs to us alone!<br />Our own individual characteristics. Our individuality is what forms the basis of our character. Because of our individuality we have a way of life and mission that is ours alone! Our individuality is something special and singularly our own. No one else can posses that!<br />It is part of our very being, something we exude naturally, without thinking about.<br />Life is about expressing and developing that individuality as fully as possible or it can be coined as self-realisation.<br />The fact that we have been born into this world means that we have a unique mission to fulfill. If we didn't, we would never have been born. The universe does nothing in vain.<br />Everything has meaning.<br />Each living thing has its own unique identity, role and purpose.<br />There is no point in a plum trying to be a berry. The plum should bloom like a plum, revealing its unique characteristics to the very fullest. Not only does doing so accord with reason, it is the right path to happiness and fulfillment in life! That makes life interesting. How dull things would be if we were all alike. :)de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-38503591638956695542008-02-26T06:56:00.001-08:002008-02-26T11:20:06.593-08:00A Tag Way Out<p>Well when you don't have anything to write about, a tag is like putting a commercial ad between the regular stuff... So Dreamy deserves a THANK YOU!! [thank you dreamy... :D]<br />I am actually suffering from word-scarcity so I begin -></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Life Ten years ago:</strong></span></p><p>hmmm... Life in white n blue. Early morning bus chasing and standing in the late-line everyday. Singing the national anthem thinking "omg I forgot to bring the homework copy". Practice made the excuse-making skill perfect but even then carried remarks in school dairy which had to return with parent's signature as a token of the untold conspiracy. Exam time followed by the haunting report card day. Complains and complains and hmmm.... okay, complains and complains... thats it. Well, on the happier side, lunch time gossips, playing lock n key and attending the next class like <em>bhigi-billi</em>'s. When the school bell rang, a rush and race to block the window seat of the bus by just throwing the bag. The <em>alu-kablis</em> and <em>churan</em>... the <em>panga</em>s and <em>dhamki</em>s... the taking sides and friendships...</p><p>omg I miss you school.....</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Life Five years ago.</strong></span></p><p>Okay this was the most eventful phase of my school life. Class 11 in a new school. We even shifted our residence from the traditional north kolkata to the hip n happening south. Peak adolescence and bloomig teen age... altogether life was totally exciting. My best friend was my neighbour and my boyfriend was also my neighbour. okay can life be anyways better than this??? Me and my best friend , we were partners in every possible crimes viz. looting the gariahat junk jewellery shops, smoking silk-cut( mind you, not the lights), night stays, crank calls, adam-teasing, boozing till we got drunk... et all.... those days witnessed my growing up as a girl, my long crying nights after my break up, my crushes on almost every good looking guy, me slogging before exams and the most important of all I got my mentor in this very phase of life.</p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Life tomorrow.</strong></span></p><p>I have to finish the graphics syllabus, oh shit I even have tuition in the morning.</p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Five locations I would love to run away to.</strong></span></p><p>1-> Japan, my mentor is there and I completely love the people out there.</p><p>2-> To a small hut in the rural areas of Paro, Bhutan.</p><p>3->In a concert where there are Rashid Khan, John Abraham, Enrique Iglesias, Prem Joshua and George Cloony.</p><p>4->To a meadow with lush green field and sheep around and I am having a pen, papers and a guitar.</p><p>5->To our house in Dakshineshwar and live with my grandma throughout my life.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Five bad habits I have.</span></strong></p><p>1-> Nail biting :</p><p>2->Advising people unnecessarily. Well I am seriously working on it.</p><p>3->Not to be able to control laughing once I start.</p><p>4->Making routines everyday and not even trying to stick to it.</p><p>5->Eating like a pig. :P</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Five things I will never wear.</strong></span></p><p>1-><em>Shakha n Pola.</em> Bengalis will know what are these.</p><p>2->Any garment that exposes your belly-button.</p><p>3->A platform-heeled shoe.</p><p>4->A wrist-band. I don't know why!</p><p>5->Clothes having flags of any country.</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Five biggest joys at this moment.</strong></span></p><p>1->I am home.</p><p>2->Dinner is ready.</p><p>3->I did not fight with Ron , mom or dad today.</p><p>4->Our project is through.</p><p>5->I am alive.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Something to achieve by next year.</span></strong></p><p>Admission to a good university in US.</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Something that impacted me last year.</strong></span></p><p>Mine and Ron's break-up.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">What will I miss about 2007.</span></strong></p><p>Septonexus!</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Five things I want to do before I die.</span></strong></p><p>1->Live life as it comes.</p><p>2->Be happy whenever I can.</p><p>3->Don't want to be bogged down by problems of life.</p><p>4->Show mom and dad that I did not settle in US leaving them alone.</p><p>5->Marry Ron and have a wonderful life with him.</p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>Okay...Done...Pls Comment guys :D!</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>And I tag Pranay, Rashi, Nothingman, The None and whoever is getting highly bored!!</strong></span></p>de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-49059177281538987202008-02-16T14:21:00.000-08:002008-02-16T15:14:27.156-08:00I wishI were a princess. Not wearing gaudy gowns or carrying a wand in hand but dressed in colourful lehnga-choli and chunri, adorned with churis and jhumkas.... (sounds pretty much... duhh... right?) Actually this is a phase of life that I am going through. I am suffering from a "feeling-like-and-wannabe-princess" complex....<br />Reasons are countless viz. my rajasthan trip, after effects of its dreams and not to forget the just seen movie Jodha Akbar. Ok, yes, I am being a kid, dreaming bollywoodish but then comeon afterall who will backoff if one is asked to be a king or a queen? It's always fascinating. Just that these whishes have faded away amidst our peer-pressured-pragmatisms.<br />The magnanimity of the quilas, beautiful architectures, lots of jwelleries, colourful festivals, praises and hails, extravagant leisures and tons of pride.... what else can anyone dream about.<br />Viewing it from a different angle - King, authoritarian rule, armed forces, zeal of conquering and capturing, politics, wars. But if we take a sneak peek into our very own "today", won't we find the same things with just names changed - ministers, exploited citizens, nuclear threats, "greed" of power, warfares. Only thing that changed is the authoritarian rule. Now it is called DEMOCRACY. (omg! I really feel like laughing). Authoritarian rule in which the king is always concerned about the welfare of his land and its people is now a far fetched dream. Implementation of democracy was a joke on the face of the dynasties. Now the "Kings" are elected from among the people just not to bother themselves about the country and its people when they become "kings".<br />Talking about myself I really have thought about this a lot.<br />What if someday you wake up in the morning and see that you are living in a palace where you can sing, dance, paint, play, write do anything you like and live happily ever after!!! Okay I finally woke up and the morn light knocked me down. After a whole day's work, when I am tired and worn out...I still wish.... If I WERE A PRINCESS!!!! :)de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149917267738068243.post-65584650004543822032008-02-12T19:46:00.000-08:002008-02-15T01:33:40.351-08:00Tall-MallA new mall has opened near my place. It is SUPPOSED to be the biggest mall in Asia. Being a part of the crowd I was so damn excited to visit it. So me, ron and dreamy- we made a plan to go to the tall-mall, as we coined it.<br />It was big-real big. Huge crowd. Everyone went there to see. Even us. See? See what? Ok that is an examination-standard question. Guys were seeing gals. Gals were seeing other gals. Old fellows were seeing the young guys and gals. Young guys and gals were in no way interested in the old fellows. Couples were seeing the shops and pertinent stuffs viz. gifts, candles, lingerie et all and romancing around them. Homemakers were seeing the price tags. Husbands were seeing the things which he is never going to buy for his wife. Hey wait a min- did i say that we went to see the MALL? Well. Varied interests.<br />The tall-mall was not that tall. But big. When you enter you can only see escalators moving up n down, up n dowm with hundreds of people in it. Some scared of it, some excited.<br />Tall-mall is a very good tourist place as even people who have money cannot buy anything. You can only See. Shops branded, non-branded, big, small, highly expensive, moderate expensive.....<br />But strangely everyone was shopping but through the window *lolz* Even the Jockey showroom was full of people running thier hands through 5000 bucks lingerie. Ritu Kumar's showroom was as crowded as the junk jewellery shops of Gariahat, where you can shop heavily if you have only 100 bucks. Ron found a shirt, cotton one, good-not bad. It would have cost 1500 bucks in any branded shop viz. van huesen... but the price tag whispered that it was of 5000 bucks.<br />Anyways, comeon enough of money hanky-panky. The shops that could make us enter was Starmark, Spencers and PlanetM. They were like their other peers.<br />But the most amazing part of the day is - Dreamy could buy a book from THAT tall-mall which was only 60 bucks and Ron found a Mercedes Benz for 150 bucks *lolz*de trophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00020587600140811733noreply@blogger.com10