Monday, April 30, 2007

Ka-ching...Im awake!!!!!

"Im an owl...
On the night prowl....
I tweet-tweet,
but owls dont tweet-tweet....
Owls just howl...
but even wolves howl...
So im neither a wolf nor an owl.."
.....................................................*self composed*!!

Ok.Its 4.14 am now.I guess i can brand myself as a proper insomniac.I mean I was always accustomed to the fact that I could do with sleepless nights,but not like this.I aint getting any *Hooteeva* sleep....not during the day and definitely not during the nights.It kind of strikes me pretty starkly when i remember those images of that insomniac Edward Norton in Fight Club or of Robin Williams...(or was it????),eyes wide open...mouth gaping and sighing heavily while lying on the couch.And I spend my night time either reading books or reading cartoon strips,but somehow fail to get a wink of that so-called groggyness.

Shibu and Taps are leaving the country sometime by August or something,I think.Kinda sucks to know that i wont be meeting them for a looooooong time.Maybe at the time I'll be 40.It was so funny with them.Two friends deciding to take their friendship to the next level of "love'...and hiding it from us friends.Kinda like Chandler and Monica.I never thought of it.And then Rishi's astonishment on hearing about their relationship.Heehee.Ki fun it was!.
Shibu,the stupid-macho-acting-prick,was one of my first friends in college,even though he was from my rival school.Bloody roller coaster ride with him for the next four years.
Then his "Apun bhi bolta hain" fight with Yuvraaj.Haha!
The jhogra,the fun,the hostel raping....what fucking then of course Taps,my crying partner,whenever we got drunk.Sweet little couple they were.sniff sniff!

And im also eagerly waiting for the Himesh movie,"Aap ka suroor"...In spite of all the I-Hate-Himesh groups,the guy never backs down.

Ohh and Mandira Bedi should get herself a new un-slutty saree.
4.21 am.
Happy birthday mom.

So am I or am I not???????

Friday, April 27, 2007


1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
On my left thumb,I was playing ikkir-mikkir-chaam-chikkir with a paper-cutter.Yes i was a wee bit psychotic when I was 8.

2. What is on the walls in your room?
I had lotta pencil-wall-graphitti's and collages and lots of posters...including one where a chimpanzee feeds a baby.....which attracts lots of mosquitoes for some wierd reason.
Now...I have nothing.Just a huge crack!

3. What does your phone look like?
Ohhh..its cool!! Its got a 2 Mp camera, hi-fi speakers.,1 Gb memory card,and a twist bottom.
But everything's kinda loosely attached now...cuz of my sudden juggling fits.

4. What music do you listen to?
Umm...I prefer the Classic rock and sometimes Country....but if you put "tera surooooooor" in my Ipod..I might just listen to it as well!!!

5. What is your current desktop picture?
Its black and white.Shows a guy sitting on a chair,heads down,while the limelight is on him.The picture is taken from the top.
Now picturise it youself!!!...

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Normal office timings. (Fuck the extra bitchy night-shift money)!!

7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Hoootevaaaa....doesnt bother me!!!!

8. What time were you born?
12.03 am.....15th March....1984......
It was Holi.

9. Are your parents still together?
I guess so.And they just bought a new car.

10. What are you listening to?
Cocaine by Eric Clapton.And a guy called Jerry talking to me in a weird American accent over the phone.

12. The last person to make you cry?

Walt Disney.(dont ask!!)

13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
ohhhhh...I like Brut,OldSpice,Graphite,HUGO,Oriflame Glacier,CIGAR..blah blah.... *I love to smell females*.....!!!

14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Ummm.......Blue eyed and definitely black hair....(no other color!!!!)

15. Do you like pain killers?
I was addicted to them about 3 years back.Now I cant take it even if i have to.

16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Heehee...okk,Im shy.But I generally am the first one to ask a girl out.And I do it realllllly tactfully!!!!......

17. Fave pizza topping?
Pork,with mozzarella cheese and capsicum.

18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Macdonald's McChicken burger with large fries and beer.But i guess im happy with Diary milk chocolate and the Mapro Candies.

19. Who was the last person you made mad?
Vishal Chogle,my process mate and my getting-blasted-by-someone partner.......he snapped a minute ago...

20. Is anyone in love with you?
Ohhhhh....yes!!!.....But I aint love with her.Lets keep it to that!!

Its a wierd probably useless questionnaire session.... but whatever...its just the kind of thing you wanna write on a Friday nite when probably the whole world is partying ...but you.

Check out the links below if you are too waiting like me......
hee hee!! eees eeet???

ooooaaaannnhaaanee mohoooooreee!!!

Geee!!! sooo fuckin excited!!!!...

ohh..and I tag..Rishi...Adrita...Harsha....Sudi....or any other *peep* who visits my blog....(btw this is just a formality,i think)!!!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Ok,this picture might just hurt the sentiments of all those religious fanatics out there but the whole meaning of the picture is wierdly funny.In case u havent understood,its Lord Shiva smoking the shit outta Mother Earth.The idea is mainly Rishi's,one of my addict acquaintances and a former roomate of mine.ok,before i end this post,ill just describe the situation in which Rishi had thought of this.
This picture is definitely not the original,which,of course,i beleive might have been burnt in a strange fire in a certain room numbered F-503 in the boy's hostel of a college which is situtated in some beautiful mountaineous valley in a place in North-Eastern India.Whatever.My depiction of the picture is not even close to the original,which,again,is much more beautiful and intense,considering the situation Rishi was in.And my depiction aint as good because ...firstly,i wasnt high...and secondly,I used modern software tools like MSPaint for text-editing.... and lastly,i drew this at an office meeting(yes,again :-) ).
It was semester exam time and winter and my last year in college.And i was studying my brains out.As usual,Mr.Roy started to complete his regular ritual of one-last-joint and i was asked to accompany him.Which also,as usual.*Not as usual* and in spite of Rishi's repeated coaxing,i propmptly refused and went back to study and dreaming about becoming a certain Vijay Mallya one day.And as we all know,weed makes you sooooooper hungry and when you dont have any food,it might just drive you crazy enough to stuff your mouth with your roomate's dry Horlicks.Rishi did that.Unable to breathe,eyes almost popping out and partly high from the day's-last joint,Rishi drew this inexplicable masterpeice.I dont even know why im even posting this.But the idea behind this picture is as clear as the ancient What If?????.....and so we all just say "BamBhole"....

I like it when I get recognised as a Bengali by other Bengali people in a non-Bengali place.Cus people fail to recognize me as a Bengali and ive been mistaken to be a Gujju,a UP-ite,a Maru(mostly) and even a Mallu!!I dont have a strange bengali accent unlike *someone-who-also-visits-my-blog* :-) .... and i also love Roshogollas and fish!!!!....So what's it.I'll never know.But it feels good to act non-bengali-ish in front of bengali strangers and peep into their li'l stupid conversations.Hahaha!Call me a voyeurish bastard,but hey,it's fun.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Ahem! here it comes.My office,the usual ranting from one Mr.R,the looking at the blank screen and thinkin what to do next,the conferances,the meetings,the occasional-visiting-india-loving firangs and then definitely the fuckall work.And then most act that as if they are the only ones who are fucked up and only they can get pissed off on whatever's happening around them.While the others think that my silly-little-jokes are only to mock them.whatever happened to the world of the clowns????!!!!

Nowadays im glad that whatever i hear has absolutely no effect on me...the meaning of shame has been erased permanently from my brain...and it feels im living the life of a insomaniac vampire (a vampire FYI sleeps in the daytime!!)...what do they call that in Turkey???...a zombie,ye,a zombie.
And I drew this cartoon while a meeting was going on. :-)

I came across this in some place in the world wide web and since its a Friday nite and im at office *working*, it makes me miss Calcutta so much more.

Most modern Indian cities strive to rise above ethnicity. Tell anybody who lives in Bombay that he lives in a Maharashtrian city and (unless of course, you are speaking to Bal Thackeray) he will take immediate offence. We are cosmopolitan, he will say indigenously. Tell a Delhiwalla that his is a Punjabi city (which, in many ways, it is) and he will respond with much self-righteous nonsense about being the nation's capital, about the international composition of the city's elite etc. And tell a Bangalorean that he lives in a Kannadiga city and you'll get lots of techno-gaff about the internet revolution and about how Bangalore is even more cosmopolitan than Bombay.
But,the only way to understand what Calcutta is about is recognize that the city is essentially Bengali. What's more, no Bengali minds you saying that. Rather, he is proud of the fact. Calcutta's strengths and weaknesses mirror those of the Bengali character. It has the drawbacks: the sudden passions, the cheerful chaos, the utter contempt for mere commerce, the fiery response to the smallest provocation. And it has the strengths (actually, I think of the drawbacks as strengths in their own way).Calcutta embodies the Bengali love of culture; the triumph of intellectualism over greed; the complete transparency of all emotions,the disdain with which hypocrisy and insincerity are treated; the warmth of genuine humanity; and the supremacy of emotion over all other aspects of human existence.
That's why Calcutta is not for everyone. You want your cities clean and green; stick to Delhi. You want your cities, rich and impersonal; go to Bombay. You want them high-tech and full of draught beer; Bangalore's your place. But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.
When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't remember the things that people remember about cities.
When I think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park. When I think of New York, I think of the frenzy of Times Square. When I think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku. And when I think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee. But when I think of Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah 'Bridge'. I think of people. Because,finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and tarred roads.
A city is the sum of its people. And who can ever forget - or replicate - the people of Calcutta?When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on me.What nobody told me was that the city would change my life.It was in Calcutta that I learnt about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty. I learnt other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was a revelation to live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect. I learnt also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things
that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion.
In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day when he gets a stock market tip. In Calcutta, a man with exactly the same income will not know the difference between a debenture and a dividend. But he will spend his money on the things that matter. Each morning, he will read at least two newspapers and develop sharply etched views on the state of the world.
Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or river) fish on his table.His children will be encouraged to learn to dance or sing.His family will appreciate the power of poetry. And
for him, religion and culture will be in inextricably bound together.
Ah religion! Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta and they'll scoff.Don't be silly, they'll say. Puja is a religious festival. And Bengal has voted for the CPM since 1977.How can godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions festival? I never know how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion consists of much more than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down somebody's mosque. It has little to do with meaningless ritual or sinister political activity.
The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge: emotion, culture,the love of life, the warmth of being together, the joy of celebration,the pride in artistic ex-pression and yes,the cult of the goddess.It may be about religion. But is about much more than just worship. In which other part of India would small, not particularly well-off localities, vie with each other to produce the best pandals? Where else could puja pandals go beyond religion to draw inspiration from everything else? In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals featured Amitabh Bachchan, Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain! Where else would children cry with the sheer emotional power of Dashimi, upset that the Goddess had left their homes? Where else would the whole city gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat their drums? Which other Indian festival - in any part of the country - is so much about food,about going from one roadside stall to another, following your nose as it trails the smells of cooking?
To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali. It's not easy.Certainly, you can't do it till you come and live here, till you let Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream and steal your soul. But once you have, you'll love Calcutta forever. Wherever you go,a bit of Calcutta will go with you. I know, because it's happened to me.
And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal.It's a feeling that’ll never go away. "

-----Vir Sanghvi,editor of The Hindustan Times.

Joy bangla!!!! :-)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Strawberry Fields Forever


Its sweet,tasty....its yummy!!....The juices,icecreams,the candies,the chocolate sauce,the jam,the strawberries...

First there was the Wonder Candyworld with the Candyman
And then there was Mapro....and me!!!!
....Boy!!.....I love the place!


"Let me take you down cause
I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down cause
I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever

No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't, you know, tune in
but it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down cause
I'm going to strawberry fields .....................
.................................................... "


Monday, April 16, 2007

It's the Noboborsho-season.I was supposed to wear my newest attire.Go out to eat some non-veg food(btw,non-veg food is my considered delicacy rite now) in some cheapishly posh food joint.Spend time with my relatives,whom i dont give a damn to and of course,in accordance with the mishti.

Instead I met 2 of my good oldest friends,ate some not-so-sweet roshogollas,hogged on Big Mac's burgers and Smokin Joe's pizza and glugled on some rounds of beer and got drenched in the sudden Pune cloudburst.And then I saw my reflection on a broken mirror.I wasnt drunk but I did stare at it for a wierd-ishly long time.Reminded me of a guy who had changed.He's tired and super confused,but it was all his choice.
But on a bengali new year.Felt good.real good.

Ohh....this may sound real gay....but I luuuuuuuuurve Jack Sparrow.And the entire pirates thingy.May 25th.......waitinggggg fer eeeet.......It'll be the best trilogy ever....better than Lord Of The Rings or the Matrix.Indiana Jones or The Godfather.......Jack Sparrow.Davy Jones.Will Turner.Elizabeth Swan.Capt'n Barbosa.Sao Feng.They will rule till ......The World's End!!!!yikeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!!

So wha' say ye ready fer de movie,ye Grim Killin Keel Haulin dog?...Ye savvy??

But why is the rum always gone????

Shubho Noboborsho to all!!

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

F stands for ....????

I know this is the more wicked second thoughts,no more sympathetic-comebacks....this is so the-end-with-a-fullstop.
If they say I'm too weak-hearted not to tolerate it any be aint a crime anyway.And then there are the show-offs,the lick-ass-wannabe's.....I cant really tell if im tired or its the breaking point.But these certain people believe they have that thing what you guys call 'attitude'....(whats with THAT word anyway!!!)...ask me!!..and ill say "No fucker, u dont have whatever you think you have"....
And then there's the english language.
"please do this na"......."I have no problems re".....You are a goddamn 'professional' unlike all of us,improve ur soft skills at least!!!!!!!!????????????!!!!!!.....
Disgusted is what I feel!!!!

Matheran kinda-office trip was good.......ate a bit....walked a lot...stopped,admired the pretty dense forests,and hills!!....walked some more....and then when I got tired...I walked again.But it was fun inspite of the odd-weather.
-----------> see the pics here <-----------

Also loved 300 and Namesake.besh besh!

BTW.....Have u ever heard the story of the CustardSpace......its magically amazing.....:-)

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

On my stage......

<<-----My colored travelwear!

<<------My coffee and the mug!!!
<<----------My Idea of art.....
<<----My personal bathroom!!
<<---------My exotic cuisine

<<---------finally My own l'il space!!!!!

"...All the things i gotta do....
All the things ive done......
Everything is blank...........
I just see the dark.............
But live in the light............
Ahh!The color,the life.......
I wish I was there.............
So we all just dream........."
Seriously its not rocket-science....its not even close to science or a rocket....i think its a painting.....naah!aliens??story??sun??shade??telephone??JFK??egyptian??the-girl-who-moves-her-hand-too-much??ipod,white one??cheese??machher-jhol??microcontroller chip??....damn!!!
Ive definitely got it this time.....ha!!..and it thought it could hide itself!!!...p-oooh!!!

Monday, April 02, 2007

The way the cookie crumbled!!

Well,last day i got drunk.Not the usual way.The nostalgic way.Like the particular drunk u become after a few of those stiff beer-whisky drinks on an empty stomach.Like the feeling you have of falling from the end of the universe onto mother earth and then apologizing stammeringly at everything u bump into,which,of course,includes that chair in the corner of my room.I'm talking about a mild inability to walk.Whatever.I wondered what the guys were upto in Calcutta....Christ!partying at Roy's place.Damn!Kinda recalled that last week in Calcutta,before i left it permanently to join my god-foresaken job,i think.

Aug 16: I can never forget this day for obvious reasons.Mainly,cuz i eluded death four times.I met Aditi,hanged out with her.Ate lunch in the form of a round-shaped dish called pizza.And she,of course,gifted me that special mug which ive still managed to preserve even after all that boo-blaa-boo!Exchanged farewell greetings.Left.Ohh!and I also dodged a 8X8 glass slab which got shattered but not before injuring the guy standing next to me.SO i went along my way,doing my last calcutta shopping,all alone.Next stop-Habibs.Yes,I had decided to cut my mane which had unfortunately taken the shape of a dozen horse tails.I did get it cropped down,in spite of the mind-heart conflict over the hairdo.Ohh!and i did get hit by a high speeding auto at the Kalighat crossing. Went over to Ritu's place.ektu adda maarlaam.ektu chaablaamo korlaam.aar ektu adda maarlaam,till i bored her and Ronju to death.And went over to mashi'r bari.Ohh!And also almost got hit by a drunk driver who was trying out his stunts on the wrong side of the road.Ektu chai khelam,Ektu decent 22-year-ish shaajlaam.Bollam abar aashbo.And then ritualistically went to Omkar's place.Ohh!I also slipped off the mini-bus and spent half a minute dangling on the steps,while the bus speeded over the Gariahat Flyover.Thanks to the conductor.

Day before Yesterday:Did nothing worthwhile all day but definitely made it a point to get sloshed at nite and then get caught drunk by mom.It was the gang's-out day.Went to Silver Sands,salt lake,while Rishi freaked me out by his new car stunts.And while the Sap,Shibu and Angshu bitched about my new haircut.At the end of the evening,Got drunk on quite a few pegs of whisky.Drunk Angshu and more-drunk me had started crying in the bar itself.Was pretty certain society was THE motherfucking evil.Didnt notice the quiet l'il sms.Exchanged farewell greetings again.Got really depressed about leaving the guys with whom i had spent the best four years of my life.But reconciled to the fact that i needed a change.And it was what i got.

Ahh,the Last day:You know the feeling which sets in when you have something else in your mind but u just gotta act cool.I wasn't cool.Nor fashionable.Nor hep.Whatever.Met up for lunch with Ritu and Clems at Bedwin's.Hogged mercilessly on Biriyani and Chaap,talked nonsense till Ritu laid down her 'ground' rules.Then,again ritualistically went to omkar's house.Ate some fuchka,and some coke and then ate some more fuchka.Then marched off to Ritu's place yet again...ektu adda maarlaam,ektu chaablaamo korlaam.Exchanged farewell greetings again.Then met up with Gini at the frigging cold Barista in Rashbehari.Gifted her a non-expensive bar of chocolate (which i too wanted to eat,but she didnt let me :-P)...ektu adda maarlaam,ektu chup thaaklaam,ektu really-bad Gini-recommended-cold-coffee khelam.Aar ektu adda maarlaam,ektu nonsense talk korlaam.Exchanged farewell greetings again(or did i??)...and then ran off to my aunt's place late at nite.Got pestered by my sister bigtime.And finally told something nice to someone,who's much more nicer,at 3 am.And woke up in the morning,cursing myself.

Well,in any case u've managed to survive this long rant and the amateur-ish diary-ish language,you must be thinking what the hell im talking about and why so suddenly this nostalgic outburst.
Cuz i miss home.
Cuz i miss the ye ol'gang.
Cuz i miss so many others who've made a difference to me.
Cuz i miss Calcutta.
It'd be great to relive those days again and go back.But its just that things have become different.People have changed.Too many complications.I dont wanna go back.I guess i just love my memories. :-)