I looked at you and....

you said 'Hold me tight'
like the sky holds quivering starlight.
like the darkness holds,
a lonely tree highway side.

you said 'Add colors to my life'
The reds of the Mediterranean,
The blues of the Niles
and bit of grey of my Calcutta sky.

you said 'Walk with me'
in the melting heat on the concrete streets.
Hand in hand so tight,
even the sweat fails to trickle by.

you said 'Be my sunshine'
Scattered in the morning mist,
a secret warmth,clandestine.

you said 'Hide me from those judgemental eyes'
we reclaimed our darkness,
in the glare of neon lights.
the mute night stands alibi.

Then you said 'goodbye'
a drop of tear from the black sky.
occasional wind fail to stir the leaves.
hush, can you listen her lost lullaby?


-Me wid a dash of romanticism

She-Pee-Amm

dey came...dey conquered...(well ya sometimes by riggin polls...buts dats ok!!)....dey destroyed a state....and well....now dey got whupped by Mamata di....phew!!

mom dirt and homo sapiens (well i m pretty sure dat means same as maa mati manush)....congo....u won....how?? well i dunt hav a clue!!

"Is Jyoti Basu a man or a woman???....it is a woman's name!!!"

dat was my 1st proper question to my dad about Bengal Politics or CPM...or Bengal politics...well was it ny different???!!

well i must admit i always hav soft corner fr communist.....

cmmon....'comrades' is way too cool.....and also da fact dat if all two faced hypocrite bongs hated dem....how cud dey always win???

equations did changed now...."Tata" communists...catch ya later....

so as our leftists(man...i hope dey use dere right hand while eatin!!) make stage fr a quick disappearance....i go down to investigate....hows thing gonna change fr us...

1> mastermoshai: "potka...y ish eur homewuark not complete...??" potka: "yeshterday bangla bondh sir"

well potka....get a new xcuse....bangla is no more gettin closed....

2> mom to son(in recent future) : "soja mere munna....nahin to mamata di will scream....!!"

well guys...more scream therapy fr next 5 yrs....

government sucked....she screamed.....people died....she screamed....Tata took lands....well!! she screamed......elections began...she screamed....she won.....ahhh!! she had a bad throat!!!

3> Hungry Kya!!

till 3 yrs ago...for Bengalis....McDonald was a dumb American...and Kentucky was Wild West....

wake up babey!!....no more egg rolls from Montu da's Fast Food......wid no more RED on da horizon....its sholoanna burgeriana....!!

4>Its a frog....Its a Tasmanian devil....its "Nano".....

well nano-giri..is da new gandhi-giri....get one of those soon...

5> Hands of gods....

well ....da news is....da communists r feelin dat star quotient is absent frm dere election campaign...

come nxt elections.....maradona will be our very next potential MLA....he is langotia yaar of subhas-da...


dunno my fellow bongs wat future holds fr us....but surely da present sucks!!!

"She-Pee-Amm will be back....yeu know....communishm ish in awar bilaad...."

-overheard an old man in metro rail

too much...too soon

I am confused...
or maybe realised too much too soon.

a line of thought too fast to read,
or even understand.
a flickering image of something so known,
yet so vaguely dormant.


I have lost the scale of happiness,
not that I am sad.
but could I even realise that.
After all sorrows and ecstasies are same play
just different acts.


I cant remember her smell
hard I try more I fail.
all I recall is her fleeting glance
trust i lost formalities sans.


I from my morning blues,
through late afternoon and evenings too.
parting my hair is my mother's nail
a touch I know will leave someday.


I am loosing the fear of pain.
the trust in god,
also comfort of blame.
an erratic mind to comfort.
an ailing body to sustain.

-me or a looser who desperately tries to be me

Shut up and dance!!

Dancing like mad in a group dance : !!check!!

yea cummon....i m sure u also have a list of things u want to do before u die....those freaky things abt which u had silent fantasies in night ...those emotional vows that u gave urself every time u fell and thought that this is the moment u will change urself....those angry revenges u planned so vivaciously for da guy who ran away wid ur date.....!!!

well atleast fr me 1 got checked off da list!!! yipeee!!

so da occasion was our hall day...wid overrated food and high bass music system....

and da best thing oder dan dancing madly is watchin ppl dancing madly....u can see a person whole emotion coming out....unrestricted....pure....and sometimes...ahem...ugly!!!

but i noticed u can group dem into few categories...and it do tell lots abt dere character:

1>Party Starter: dey r da self-presumed-cool-dudes of da group.....and dey always need to keep one step ahead as a measure of dere coolness...so as soon as da drumroll beings...dey r on da floor...thou dey dunt do much of dancing....dere main objective is pulling dere not so interested partners on da floor and get lost in crowd!!!


2>Touch-me-nots:dey r da ppl who r found on da periphery of da dance floor....all dey can manage is lill hip groove and claps....loads of claps....as soon as u invite dem to dance...dey will blush away...but nevertheless dey will stay at dat periphery awaitin more invitation to reject!!


3>1-man-band: dey r mostly in da centre stage....closed eyes...and drenched in own or oders sweat!!....dey r totally frustrated wid life....and want to dance as vigorously as dey shag off!!....behind dere closed eyes dey r wid aishwarya in da valleys of Ooty...dey mostly end up wid asthma attacks!!

4>toy-train-runners: yes....u have dem evrywhere....dey dunt kno a dime abt dancing....dey dunt have faintest idea dat dey suck in dancing....all dey can do is make annoyin human trains wid dere fellow train-runners and stamp through ppls feet over da dance floor....ouch!!! mine feet hurts even now!!! assholes!!


5>body-vibrators: dey r da friendly guys on da floor....all dey do is vibrate dere odd body parts occasionally and keep welcomin newcomers to da floor and bid goodbye to those leavin....dey stay till da end...wen da DJ requests dem to get da fuck off da floor...nd keeps wonderin...why??


6>territorial groups: dey r da late joiners....dey always find dere own territory on da floor and shows all dere monkey dance on dat labelled region....rest of da floor is alien to dem...and incase some one wanders off ...he can be found in a state of shock at da end of da party....totally lost!!!


7>hippie dancers: dey r probably da best dancers of da floor...and dey feel sorry for we lesser mortals....so all dey do is go to person to person...shows dem some steps to keep dem engaged for rest of da evenin....nd carries on!!....long live hippies!!!


8>worthless commenters: dey r da useless of all...dey sit in a far corner away from da dance floor...and all dey do is comment on oder ppls dancin style....but silently covets abt burnin da dance floor....hey wait a sec!!!...dat sounds like me!! ohh hell wid me!!!


so as i was outwardly laughin and inwardly coveting abt da whole situation....my fellow frnd commenter Anubhav( anubhavrath.blogspot.com ) said those golden words.....

"I always wanted to dance madly in situation like dis....but i guess i am too shy"

and dats all i needed....wat followed is a fierce realisation of our dreams....on non-understandable vulgar Oriya tracks....and rest was sweaty!!!! really sweaty!!!

"We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance."

-Japanese Proverb

So Dark The Con of Man

have u ever embraced darkness??

yea i kno sounds funny...but if ur a person like me, who loves da darkness of darkness....u kno xactly wat i mean....

we both share a black heart...and r selfish enuf to love our self in da blanket of dark....

few days ago the hostel authorities gt bored nd decided to play wid us wid a long midnite power cut....xcept for da fact it was all hot nd sweaty nd i dint had much battery backup in my lappy :(

i went out to explore....

da first thing abt darkness is u realise importance of ur eyes....and in its absence how ur all oder senses get alerted....

every sound is magnified nd sppoky.....da tossing of my roommate in bed, da frequent beep in nearby rooms in a attempt to keep dere mobile screen glowin...

walking through the corridors...u can hear snippets of conversation in da passin rooms which u always so conveniently ignored earlier....

have u seen da nite sky in those hours of darkness...i can bet dere is nothin more beautiful in dis world dan dat....xcept Anne Hathaway of course....

how da black sky turns grey in a split of a second da darkness befalls.....nd all everythin turns into a mere black outline in da canvas....big trees....imposing building...walking men....all turns into a mere black shadow...

its da way da dark disguises u....turns ur face into a sheath of black veil....and u always keep guessin da expression

nyways tired i cam bak to bed to my singin mosquitoes.....dey love to entertain me.....nd kept openin nd closin my eyelid tryin to figure da difference in da degree of darkness...

yea...i m wierd....gudnite!!!

"Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval." -Marshall McLuhan

Anatomy of Failure

wat is it wid human nd failure....da way we hate it...despise it....run away frm it....

i dunno who was dat gr8 guru who justified dat winnin is good nd loosing is bad....but if u happen to find him...pls slap him on behaf of me....he just made all our life miserable.....

I am a big failure in my life.....but look, I am as proud as dat nude slum kid shittin in side of da road nd staring at u wid da confident mind-ur-own-business look....

ya ya...now u will say its his blog nd all so he is jst showing off.....

1stly....it is my blog dear...so i can show off...

nd 2ndly... I am not showing off....its just happens to be da fact..

I particularly dunt feel suicidal as my fellow classmates wen dey score "0" in class test....

I dunt get embarrassed nd all wen a gal givs me...who-gav-him-da-right-to-be-so-ugly look....

nd I m pretty proud of my fat reserves...makes me feel comfortable abt ny future famine....

but i dunt understand why dis simple things freaks out most of da ppl....cmmon....if a person makes fun of me....it can have only 2 reasons...either he is insecure of me....or he is trying to show himself off....he doesn't have ny particular grudges against me....

nd if it helps him...its fine wid me....

actually accrdin to me....humans r better off as failures....its our ultimate goal.....we r da catalysts of destruction.....always runnin around to increase da entropy nd all.....yeaa!!! i discussed some science shit....cummon roll ur eyes!!!

nd more da failure ur...more fun is ur life.....nd ur better off

1> Bill Gates: Windows sucks!!!...he is richest!!

2>Ambani bros: Reliance connection sucks....again rich!!

3>Himesh Reshmiyya: Well!!!!

4>Deve Gowda: slept thru his PM term.....no controversy PM

5>Danny Boyle:Slumdog......8 oscars :P

6>NIT Rourkela Electrical faculty: no comments!!!

so cant we just be proud nd happy abt our failures....accepting it as da way dey r.....like our ex-Indian cricket team....(ya i acknowledge the current one isnt dat bad!!)

thou i promise u doin all dis wont make u successful or nything....u will continue to be a failure...but at least a happy one!!! :-)

so make it ur motto to congratulate urself nxt time u fail....coz i m always dere wid u.....

nd thou i kno u will forget all dis nd continue to be miserable in ur life....i just wrote it coz it will make my blog luk gud.... ;)

'Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making its way down the street?
If you've ever seen a one-legged dog then you've seen me

Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?'

-The Wrestler,Bruce Springsteen

maTure matter

"As we maTure our relationship maTures with us"

-Marshall, How I Met Your Mother

me as a child always wanted me to be da matured man....ideally dad-like....always givin assurances and buying the tickets...and i am sure its been da case with mostly all of us...

all of us at sometimes of dere childhood had brushed dad's razor over our cheeks and wishin beard pops overnite.....nd tried to taste tiny sip of drink frm his glass..wen he isnt looking and kept a straight face wen our mouth was burning....in short...each one of us has tried to grow up...

but did we really grew up anytime??? did any mornin we were short for our pants....

never happnd 2 me at least....days passed and we stopped wanting to grow up so desperately...we secretly started to like da laid back attitude of our childhood...

den BAM!! somebody tells u dat yes...u r mature and its about time u start to act like one....dress like one and be a eloquent two faced bastard like one...

so wat is exactly being mature!!! how can u distinguish dat person in a crowd..

Ahh well!! few tests r dere:

1>He/She never uses the words like 'yes' or 'no'...its always 'maybe', 'i will try my level best' or 'i hope not'......we r bunch of no-risk-takers who always plays safe keepin all option open

2>He/She is always jealous of u...nd believe me most of da time da kicks u get frm dem in ur ass are of frustration....but will always keep dat sweet-poison smile and give u a "hearty" congratulation for ur success....

3>He/She is still loves to have dat candy-bar frm dat they-make-ice-cream-frm-drain-water ice cream wala....but will roll their eyes nd make fun abt how people even dare to think abt havin dem

4>He/She still loves da window seat at the bus...nd wen dey graciously ask u to go and have da seat...dey r literally stabbing you in our thoughts...scary huh!!

5>And lastly wen u grab out dat extra candy from their pocket thinkin its ur birth-right...well hello!!

actually wen a guy says he has grown mature all he means is dat he has started to have underarm hair.....rest all is an illusion

a frnd of mine always keeps me asking, "Why I am not as mature as rest??"

All I can say is 'coz u have guts to face da world and dunt need to pretend like rest of us'.

just under our fake skin we r all dat selfish fat-ass bully who used to steal ur tiffin in primary school.

And it is us u trust with ur every thing....ur freedom...ur tax money....and ur patriotism....

God Bless u!!

"They got caught up in your talent show,
With you persnickety little bastards in your fancy dress,
Who just judge each other and try to impress"

-Wise men, James blunt