Moolah vs Evil Egg !!

2010-09-09T23:27:00.000-07:00

I haven't moved here. But it may be better to.

So if you are ok with gore.Please check.

http://little-tales-of-gore.blogspot.com/

The Pied piper of Hamelin

2010-05-14T10:53:00.000-07:00

And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
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There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling;
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,
Out came the children running.

- The Pied piper of Hamelin,Robert Browning.

2010-04-23T00:06:00.000-07:00

So,we lost the football match and the team which defeated us went on much ahead to win the trophy.Should have won,should have won,is what I kept telling myself. But its surprising,how often I keep telling that to myself,nowadays. Of course,I never win. Add the bad luck to it.And I end up not winning quite miserably. Anyways,so the game was quite a sensation back in the good. old jolly days,dominating picnic or late evening family talks.Its strange how quickly we lose kick of things as we suddenly grow old. We were promised a thousand thrills,remember? And we lost it all,just like that.
Years back,M had once told me how confident it felt to take on the world.Stand in front of it and charge.What he didn't tell me was that you always need a backup plan.Plan B.Or maybe a C. Most switch over to plan B and get away with it. With me,its too darn late for a second plan.

There I was like a glass of watermelon juice,standing.Staring.No,orange juice I am.'cuz I've always tried being sarcastic.
This is not a cheerful post.Please ignore.

This time.This time,Ill be making an honest effort to change my blog,write a bit more and bring up more cartoons.Hopefully this blog should move in sometime.Or it might just stay and gather dust,before I clean it up all again.

Vacuum cleaned,yet again.

2010-02-23T12:05:00.000-08:00

Yes,so I did something for the people today and donated that red liquid of mine.
It wasnt really the give-me-blood-and-ill-give-you-freedom propaganda though.They never give you the freedom.They just take the blood and sell it off.Neverever the freedom.Bloody consumerism,to be precise,I think.
But I went for the free food and my friend went to know what his blood group was.We were both dissapointed.
Phew,after all that mental snubbing I do to people,a little good deed like this,doesn't really feel too bad.

I have been taking in a lot of writing assignments and despite the fact that I absolutely detest the SB comic,I pride on the fact that its back with me once again.The reason? It is my first kinda attempt at anything to do with comics on print.And its everything,but fun, creative, gory, sexual, dark,adult. Just perfect,for someone to whom those words mean nothing.Which incidentally reminds me of those millions,no...billions of those Viagra spam mails.And cigarettes.Addictive,but only for kids.
Its often struck me how such comics actually relate to those kids,who appear to be disconnected from the entire concept of childhood.A little bit of what I was.The alone stuttering younger sibling,who quietly played with his gi-joes and chalk,had friends in school,but still preferred to be alone.He reads this shit I churn out and thinks like the way I did about the Ramayan serial,where the guy who acted God Ram became famous as the guy-who-acted-God-Ram.Anyway,so he thinks,two boys and their friends (mostly masculine) running around here and there.g-ay!

Finally when all the dust has been cleared again (umpteenth time) and vacuum cleaned,I need a new look for this blog.

Chhuti.

2009-10-15T01:51:00.000-07:00

So I am finally getting a long vacation.

No,not Ladakh or the Andamans or Paris or Caribbeans.Nothing fancy.
I mean,my long vacations are rather boring.
Its mainly like hop on a flight.Go to the city.Smile at parents.Be a burden for a few days.Take the first flight on a Monday.And come back to work.

The city??
Calcutta,where else.

A friend made a logo for my imaginary fast food joint,Dino Ding-a-Ling.
It looks quite cool.

2009-09-14T12:40:00.000-07:00

What is the height of being well known?
A hijre in a local train recognizes me and S and almost ran towards us.
The last time he/she commented on how a great jodi we were and also complained about the tee shirt I was wearing.I gave him/her some money then.
This time,even though he/she shook hands with me,he/she wasnt so lucky.

2009-09-11T12:05:00.000-07:00

I like Poker.I like 29 way way better.But I like poker too.I mean,it teaches you a lot about people and what they are.Like someone who doesnt bet with a loose hand,is probably a pussy.And the opposite,a dickhead.If that dickhead wins,he's called a winner.Like,of course,the millions of successful people.The non-winning dickheads land up in the streets and they die,like a little blip.Blips,by the way,are those who we are indifferent to.Together,these blips can create a sound but we quell them back to being little blips.Its a funny circle concept.Like the food chain and karma.
So I went to this engagement to Bangalore,last weekend.A close friend was getting married to a nice guy from Bombay,both mallus.Out of a two hundred,I was the only one travelling long distance.Its strange how strangers meet and congregate for a purpose totally random.
And yes,the train journey.I like trains.Not because I can actually look out of the window and see things that are not fluffy and blue and white.The hustle bustle in the station,drinking cha and talking to old men.
So,I played this weird card game with three old men on the train.The game was simple.Like solitaire,except that you have four people playing it.So while playing,this particular old man tells me this story about how his friend was shot down by the Chinese army when they were playing bridge and how he escaped after killing one of the chinaman.It was a nice story,even though I had my doubts about it.This is the kind of story you would likely cook up when you are stoned.But he was vegetarian and old.These three old men were all dressed in white dhotis ,with white hair and white moustaches.One had one of those old black glasses.Stuck up in the timeframe of the 30's.Never changing.Ever white.They were travellers rounding up the country,they said.I doubted that too.Fuckin old frail men faking up fake stories.When we neared the station,as they were packing their little less luggages,they jokingly asked me if I mistrusted everyone.Though I gave them a sleepy laugh,it was quite creepy.They were travelling to Pune and offered me a lift.But I passed.

Today's track---- Old man (NeilYoung,again)

Utter Amul Butter

2009-08-20T10:24:00.000-07:00

Utterly butterly delicious.The Amul story.
The Amul ads,to me,are a revolution.Being the largest running ad campaign ever,its a little revolution though.

But the amount of political,social and cultural awareness and impact,this campaign have had is just tremendous.

The prints right there.

2009-08-13T11:44:00.000-07:00

As darkness drew in, he put on his jacket .It was windy that night. It has been a lot of running around lately. Panjim,Bombay,Nagpur,Surat,Dilli,Shimla,Lucknow,Guwahati,Siliguri,Calcutta,Puri,Vizag,Madurai.Now Bangalore.He was getting used to this kind of life. Killing people, setting up sticky bombs, leaving behind crying kins and wives, covering his tracks, mingling among the crowd.
For his new job, he had to know Kannada .Learn it. The guest house, he put up in, was nice. It even had a mint on the pillow. The owners seemed to know he was coming. Reservation done. The procedure was simple every time. Two hours after he lodged in, he was supposed to drop in a line to Harry. Harry aka Hardip aka 'The Hard-dick man'. No, he wasn’t Harry's lover, though he sucked up to him quite a bit. Harry was the one who introduced him to the rest. Harry's a nice man, he thought.

So after the phone call to Harry, Harry makes a call to someone. That someone calls up person B. And person B calls him up exactly an hour later. Standard things are asked. Standard procedure, like the cops. How are you doing, you should visit this monument there, How’s the weather there, How’s the hotel room. All so casual. Then person B calls up his boss. The boss who wants the job done. The boss who pays.70 percent for him,20 percent for Harry and 10 for the schmuck in between. After half an hour, person B calls him up again and gives him the details of the job.
This time, it was easy. A rich old man, living alone. Pedophilic tendencies, and involved in some contracting business shit. People, like person B's boss, wants him dead. They make good coffee here, he thought as he walked out of the cafe. It was windy that night. And he put his jacket on. The streetlights dimly lit up the alley. Footsteps behind me, he thought. He turned and found two drunks walking casually. He waited for a second and watched the guys leaving.He walked ahead. The lights became more dim and he dug his hands deep into the jacket pocket. A cat ahead crossed his path.
Bad luck Jo, he thought.

Quick footsteps behind. He turned. He saw a dark figure running towards him. Before he could get to his gun, someone started to strangle him from behind. As he was being gagged, the black figure ran and punched him on his face. He fell. The second guy kicked him in his guts. It pained like a motherfucker. The first guy punched him, again. And again . Four, five, six. He counted. He knew it wasn’t really sweat on his face. Seven, eight, nine. On his face. Fuck fuck, stop stop. Ten, he counted. In the streetlight, he could see an impression of his face on the street, coloured with blood. Exact round eyes decorated with parts of his teeth. He felt the coldness of the steel as one of the guys, touched the gun barrel on his temple. It felt good. The cold feeling.

"This time the job was you, Jo"
He had heard the voice before .Ok, hit me, already.

It turned all deaf when the barrel boomed. More than the pain, the silence was killing him. All he saw when he opened his eyes, were his own blood and two pairs of legs walking away. When the silence lifted, he heard his own panting and the footsteps.

Its said the entire life lasts in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all. It stretches on forever, like an ocean of time.
That is all so fucking crap, he thought.
The streetlights slowly closed down upon him.

Flu by

2009-08-10T14:23:00.000-07:00

Ok,so I look like such a psychopath with the mask.
What is this with the swine flu anyway? You got it on the news, on the roadside hoardings,on advertisements,in fuckin humans,in their brain.More than a bloody disease,its turned into a typical dinner conversation.And unfortunately the city I live in had to be....fuckin had to be,the hub of all this flu.The mothership of the virus.Yes,whattay to describe it.Like those aliens,which invade the earth.The mothership waits outside in space and it sends the warriors aliens to invade good ol' earth.Like the viruses.The viruses bloody go on creating havoc,every frikkin time.Bird flu,HIV,swine,mofo,sons of bitches.No wonder,the pigs are taking revenge on humans for abusing them and calling them names.Wonder whats gonna happen when donkeys start flu-ing.Especially,not to forget we call the dirtiest part of our body,the asshole.What happened to peace,anyway.If only humans could also mutate,maybe then we could like adapt and fuck up these tiny little creatures.and maybe show 'em who's the boss.
So,there,anyway.I look like a psychopath with the mask on.

Today's Track : My my,hey hey---- Neil Young

2009-07-23T22:09:00.001-07:00

Its easy,they said.
Get in there.Grab the shit.Close the door quietly.And come out.

A thousand thrills,they also said.That comes with the fuckup.

2009-07-22T04:16:00.000-07:00

Its dark.Its cloudy.Gloomy.Its a weather I probably like.
Lots of things needed to be sorted out.When you feel like a peanut,ready to be gobbled up by this magnanimous world we live in.you are probably making a mistake somewhere.A few days back,I took a long walk in the rain.it felt good,not the 'being cleaned of sins' good bullshit.But good in generally. Somewhere the selfish existence felt trivial enough.
Somewhere down the line,I'll remember all of this.
Last day,the evil egg wanted to kill himself with a shotgun,instead he shot the ol' granma' across the street.Then he slept for 10 hours.

Heh

2009-05-29T03:59:00.000-07:00

When you lie and lie again,that lie becomes a truth,till you forget that once upon a time,it was actually a lie. - Anonymous

I have been so fuckin around with my job.I mean really fuckin around.And it feels so good.Heh heh.Recession times,I should be careful,people say.But I've never felt better.But damn,people have been having work issues all around.Do this.Do that.Not much money.Too much work.Till I heard,R's story.I thought that guy would be having a time of his life.Being the sailorman,that he is,romancing the high seas,visiting countries.Well,dream cut short.Ship gets stuck in the seas,often.He cribs.Sigh,don blame him much.But for us,the better ones,with paychecks.We have it all easy,I speak for meself though.Sit in plush AC offices,licking asses,but paid for it too.Ambitions forgotten,replaced by 'need more money' attitude.I like my mom.She believes in everything superstitious,which is good.Especially cuz i dont beleive in anything.Not even Communism.Or gravity.And then I see the brothers in my family.I supposed to feel insignificant.Undistinguished.Like a peanut,ready to be gobbled up.But heh,I dont.What do we all work towards? Whats next? Better living.Or towards what we really want to be one day. Or or, the future (???).Heh,and the hypocrits that we are,we are ready to sacrifice everything.Livin a lie,thats what they say.What I'm saying is meaningless. But ever been struck by a lightening and still be cool about it.Heh.

Today's Track: The Wrestler (OST) - Bruce Springsteen

Pigs in zombie world

2009-05-08T14:54:00.000-07:00

A Zombie was walking down the zombie lane talking over the phone to someone.In Bengali.
*Yes,Zombies speak that language*
So,this zombie was walking the talking to fellow zombie about how he had an arguement with his wife and then had an accident.Which didnt kill him.
And he wanted advice from fellow zombie about how he can explain the biggie zombies about his situation.
Its a zombie fuckin world,I tellye.
Nuke it.

Heh.So,lots have been up.Heh.Im such a liar.
The weather's been up,basically.With it,the sun as well.And its not just in the sky.Tai basically blogging'o hochhilo na.
Work has been low,as well.And employees have been acting funnier.Bitching behind backs is at an all time high.The Company has been churning out more zombies and zombiastic methods to ensure,every zombie behaving like a human would be fired.Shot.Bang.
Not that it concerns me much.Wearing a zombie persona can be quite complicated for a human.Especially when the human tendencies just happen to splurge out.For example,while walking in a single file,you get an itch to scratch your junior.But you cant,cuz you are supposed to be a fuckin zombie and... zombies never scratch.Cuz they probably dont have the entire crotch region.Or maybe,cuz they are so fuckin dead inside,they hardly feel fucking itches.Just like that movie.Equilibrium.Sad it was only.
There are lots to do,on the lots-to-do list though.But I just gotta blame it on the sports season and the weather maybe.And the flu.Yes,I caught it.Let it go too.I think it was what it was.
Remember people,stay away from the sharks and the pigs.Cuz sharks come alive on plates.
And pigs dont fly.They flu.

That little buzz in the head.

2009-04-03T00:24:00.000-07:00

Of stars and the shooting stars.Wishes and well-wishers.
Of ipods and XBox's.Even Wii's.And Iphones,Playstations.
Of Yawning Hippos,Moo'ing cows and Money-making-Monkeys.How they never stare into our eyes,but cats and dogs do.
Of the unimaginable world of dreams.Sleepwalking and sleeptalking and alter egos.
Of the quest to attain higher things.Being higher beings.Just getting high.And sleeping on a bench in the park.
Of fullstops,commas and question marks,which paints us all.The surprise and the laughter.The tears and comments.
Of politically motivated speeches and college lectures.The class bunking and the votes.The corruption and the leaders.
Of the wind.The one that blows.The one that doesnt.The one that brings good news.The one that kills.
Of the money.only the money.That is all.The money.Money is all.Evil,good,black,white,grey.Its money.The honest money.The corrupt money.Bills.Coins.Paper.Metal.Money for all that food,thoughts and all that we know of.Its money.Just the money.

Koto din?Aar koto din?Shob'i toh shesh.Ekhon baad de.Onek toh holo.Eibaar chol boshi aar purono din'er adda maari.Shaathe shudhu kintu chaa aar cigaretta'te laagbe.

Moo-A Dino story

2009-03-19T11:04:00.000-07:00

Ok.
Want a beer,Dino?
Growl.Lets eat you.
Want some chinese food,Dino?
Growl.Only if you're the meat.
How about some cheese,Dino?
Growl.I got a gun.Lets play bang-bang.And then eat you.
Do you want to get high,Dino?
Growl.Do I get to eat you after that.
65 million years have passed.What now,Dino?
Growl.
Time to get extinct,Dino?
Growl growl.I will still live and eat you,someday.
Bye.

*the video is a bit inverted.though inconvenience not regretted*

25

2009-03-16T09:51:00.000-07:00

24 stooo-pid years in life,
24 stooo-pid years.......
If you really ever cross a year,
It becomes 25 stooo-pid years in life.....

25 stooo-pid years in life,
25 stooo-pid years.......
If you really ever cross a year,
It becomes.........................................

The new lows: Everything.Old.

The new high:I'm alive.

Happy birthday,till it lasts.sigh.

2009-03-12T01:49:00.000-07:00

Its kickass.
Lazy bastard only Ive become to even say that.
But its quite kickass.Really.
Abar student hote chai.
Porikkha'o debo.ekebaar'e sincerely.Keo help korbe?

2009-03-07T06:23:00.000-08:00

On a new low

I'm selfish.
I'm little,funny and ugly.
I cant drive a bike.And I cant cook.
I'm boring and suicidal.
I'm the worst little thing that has happened in my life.

The Standoff

2009-02-04T09:54:00.000-08:00

Moo wipes the sweat off his face and puts his hand down on the holtster.He looked to his left,The Egg gruntingly went into an assaultive pose.On his right,The Darth Vader looked on,unabated.His dark cape fluttering in the wind.With the sun beating down mercilesslessly and the cries of the eagle,circling above,it was a perfect setting for a mexican standoff.

The Egg:Why are we here?Why are we fighting?
Vader(to Moo): Luke,I'm your father.
Moo:huh?? Whoa!No way!!Vader,fuck off.

In the middle,there was a barren tree with just a single leaf,clinging on to one of the branches.The wind blew.The leaf shook hard.Fingers tightened on the triggers.Eyeballs staring into each other and the feeling of the hot wind on the neck,the moment just froze.And then the leaf fell.

Bam!
Zapak!!
Bang Bang!

As the two bodies writhed in pain,a third figure came up to them.
The Egg:Damn you,ohh my yellow blood!!! I'm so scrambled!!!
As Moo lay there,the figure of the Vader put him in shade.Vader took out his light saber,looked at Moo in the green light and said.
"JOIN US OR DIE"

Freaky

2009-01-27T02:52:00.000-08:00

There was this little girl,on the road,doing freaky tricks. It was amazing.Well,for five bucks.....boy,what a performer!!
Apart from the ear twitching and the knee bending,I cannot do anything as freaky.
Ive always wanted to be a part of a random circus,which moves in between towns in those small little cars,with all the other freaky circus people......

Kill Marty.

2009-01-20T03:47:00.000-08:00

This,I, drew up while I was in an office meeting.So excuse the irregular bad drawing.
Just wondering,how would it be if someone happened to steal the superhero costume,during a time of crisis.
Would the Mr.Superhero still save the planet?
Please kill Marty.Please.

2009-01-16T00:17:00.000-08:00

Having spent my entire childhood,watching their movies, I suddenly came across this poster on the net.This reminds me of that entire phase of growing up,video casettes and the originials.....

When the world went ga-ga over the Terminators and the Rambos ,Bud and Hill were my heroes.

2008-12-28T12:53:00.000-08:00

Ok.
Exams are not going too well.And Im like wasting my holidays,when I should be partying with the gangs in Calcutta.
Slumdog Millionaire is quite a good movie.Kinda like Salaam Bombay,its pretty good.
And Im being stalked.And it aint a girl.Gay guy stalking me.
Please turn me into Homer.Please please please.
Ok,it doesnt get any worse.Really,it does not get any worse.I think.
Emotional atyaachaar,anyone????

Bah!Hambug post!!!

2008-12-22T01:40:00.000-08:00

I have a major problem with english grammer.
And Ill be Scrooge this year and not be a part of the festive spirit.
Merry Christmas,everyone else.

2008-12-19T14:13:00.000-08:00

Turn on the lights.Draw aside the curtains.Hard footsteps on the wooden plank.
You set the stage on fire,they say.Ha,what do they know,anyway.
This night belongs to you, me and the hundreds present here. The mask acts well.The performance even more.Thats why you pay me,dont you.My printed face on the advertising posters in bus stops.Thats what you come to see.
Electrifying.Electrifying moment,aye,that is.
Ever been in front of an estatic crowd,cheering to every caricature of mine.Applauding it.
Laugh,when I laugh.Laugh,when I cry.Laugh,when Im dance.Laugh,while I feel dead inside.
Because beyond laughter,lies nothing.Nothing which your significant lives and mine,insignificant can comprehend.It is your mirth that helps you to delay the miseries of your life and my performance that delays mine.
Thrilling it is.In front of those lights and the jazz playing in the background,on the stage and with you on your seats,with all the goosebumps and the spine shivering moments.Its crazy,but only to me,you see.Maybe not to you,so much.
As the confetti settles down admist the streaks of coloured light,the clapping increases,this evening,Im the entertainment.
Im the showstopper.Im the amusement.Im your rejected lives and your grief.
Cheer cheer,with your expensive clothes and your drinks.Tonight,Im the magic man.

Blank Planet

2008-12-16T12:28:00.000-08:00

Its 2.14 am.
I wake,I sleep.
It sounds cliched but I am suffering from a certain regular bout of insomnia.I mean,I cant really help the fact that I have to work in graveyard shifts earning that extra bit of moolah.I mean,it really is supposed to disrupt my cycle system.I guess,thats why companies actually lure us to work in the nights,with all the money,of course.Turn us into zombies.Yeh,the living dead.
So,we have this zombie company,which turns humans into zombies,who in turn work for the humans.Its a process to keep the population bomb in control.
o-kay.Damn you,Prez L,I really thought slavery was better.
So,yeh,insomnia.Yes,I wake up in the middle of the morning,when white collar employees rush off to work....which is technically midnight for me.Its a bit complicated.So I wake up.I blink.I wonder why Im sitting on my bed.I blink more.I drink some water.I blink blink blink.And I doze off in my upright sitting position.Just like a horse.
Last weekend,I woke up to find myself sleeping at the base of my staircase.But thats another story called sleepwalking.

2008-12-10T07:54:00.000-08:00

Bloody place,man.I tellye,its a fuckin shithole.
Maybe,it was the company I kept.And the crowd,the girls,the booze,the pot,the nightlife,pubs,joints.But all that filly about too much of course had been leading to the waning interest in the city,until it actually reaches the fine line separating insanity.Office,of course,is a bit different.I thought I was cool as long as the cutter stash kept filling in.The keyboards going clat clat clat clatter,boss going a bit goo goo in his head 'cuz of the recession in the whoring country.Feck,things have quite changed around here.
But everything's all not bad.I feel like quite a gollum hiding me stash of pot from me friends who smoke up for free.My precious ,my precious.He wasnt all that wrong.

2008-11-18T01:09:00.000-08:00

Miiiiiiaaaaaaoooow!Miiiiiaaaaoww!!!...purr purr!!!!
Awww,come here litle kitty,come here.eikhane aaye,come to daddy.pchoo pchoo,come here.....
Miaaaaaaaaooooowwwwwwwww!!!! Miaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooow!!!!!!!!

Come here,I say!!!!!

Miaaaaooooowwwwwwwwwwwwerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!

You bitch,u fuckin bitch....come here,come here you insolent little fuckin creature!!!!!

Miaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooowwwwwwwww!!! miaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoweeee!!!!!

*I take club,bat ,stick......and...*
WHAAAAM!!!BAAAAAAM BAAAAAAAM!!!!!!

Miaaooow!!!
miaaaow-miaaaow-miaaaaow!!!
miaaaooow!
mew....meww....mew....
me....................................................................................

*looking down at the pulp of the creature*
Hahahaha!!!,who's laughing now,motherfucker!!!HAHAHAHAHA!!!!Fuckin bitch!!!

To all the cat lovers(which includes me),PETA and animal activists fighting against domestic violence of animals.
This creature is not a cat.It aint even an animal nor a virtual representation of it.

This is craziness on pencil and paper.
This is 'people' trying to fill out whore-forms.
This is the clean drugfree life for the rich.
This is the grand orgy of genius intelligencia's screwing their lives up.
So go,indulge yourself.

Today's Track :Secondhand Serenade-Fall for you

2008-11-15T04:25:00.000-08:00

They denied me 20 grands.
But whats wrong in being a pessimist.
Everyone's not perfect.Everyone's not even close to being perfect.
There have been warps of complexities inside me for quite some time.
A sense of falling through the expectations and the ambitions.
So what,I think its all cool.Hahaha.It really is.

2008-11-14T13:12:00.000-08:00

Some song played on the laptop.The wind flutters the curtain but yet,there's a strong sweaty smell in the air.
He sat down,with his back resting against the wall.Closely following every swirl of the cigarette smoke.
She was lying on the bed.Her hair open and in her grey tee and looking at him with fixed kajal laced eyes,smiling sexily.
He rested his face on the edge of the bed and started stroking her hair.
She continued looking at him with her fixed eyes.The song played.
"......and it takes me right back......"
Breaking the silence,she asked " So what takes you right back?"
He looked up,looked somewhere and said," Maybe you....."
She gave a long blink,smiled and blew a kiss.
"....maybe nothing."
He continued staring at the glistening steel of the knife on the table.

Exams are on.Finally.About time rather.
This is serious.Not funny,though it might just seem.
Blogger will be more frequently updated.

2008-11-04T13:20:00.000-08:00

Sometimes its really fun to watch people during exams.
I mean,when you aint solving a thing,all you can do is watch.Of course,if you've done a night out,just sleep. Its really fun.Personally speaking,I go all my way out,to spend the initial minutes checking out the problems and the questions.The next 10-15 minutes are spent in blankly staring at a particular question and thinking "What the fuck have I been doing?".Not realizing,of course,that the guy next to me has started zombie-mumbling his gibberish calculations.And then the other bespectacled guy starts scratching his hair,the invigilator plays the tabla on his desk,the ringing silence in your ears.Its all so extremely random.So....
.....so,I go all the way out.
Blank answer pages.Doodle filled roughwork.Chewed pencil ends.
The satisfaction of quitting was never so sweet.Much much more than being that guy in the coloured newspaper.

Today's Track: Open Car by Porcupine Tree

2008-10-26T12:41:00.000-07:00

Most of it was fabricated.Like crying over the shoulder just to show everyone that I cared.Like talking about sunny days when you actually like the nights.
I need to get a grip.Man,I mean I really need to.Yesterday was a one of those realization days.You fight with your ego and you crave to move on,but then its the voice at the back of me head.A disoriented feeling of being left out,secluded,ever had that? Contorted sympathies roll out and they laugh at the back of me back.The spine had ears and eyes and they listened and saw everything,preferred to keep quiet though.Its cold,like steel,feels cold on th temples.But then,I chuckle to me-self and say "Its summer baby,put on your shades and shield your eyes from the dark warm breeze....".Insecurity,ha!!Kill me,shoot me and I'd rather die without that.
Like turkeys on warm Christmas corn.

As the gloom of the winter sets in and the chilly wind blows goosebumps on you,it brings back memories of a time long lost by technology,hairstyles,adolescence and the entire late 90's thing.

Ektu exhausted laage aajkaal,buro'o hoyechi onek.....thats why old memories be flooding me mind.

Tora calcutta trip'er aar random chobi dekh.Ill try and get a pirated file of Karzzzzzzzz.Tan-tan-tan-tandoori nights...tandoori nights!!!!

Play the clay

2008-09-23T04:00:00.000-07:00

2008-09-15T02:28:00.000-07:00

I have been experimenting with plasticine.
Its a really good thing.
Of course,it would be wrong to say that I have not been influenced by Solo's love for plasticine as well.Its soft and takes up the shape of anything,thats on your mind.
So,people go abroad.Thats not a bad thing.But people,who never travel,go abroad and travel.Thats not a bad thing either.People who never travel,go abroad and travel and then put up pictures in networking sites.Thats not a bad thing too.
But then where does suddenly all the money come from???

I went to a pub sometime back.And I overheard,two guys,maybe drunks.
"They say the world is going to be destroyed by this Big Bang experiment"
"Yeah??Man,I aint a geek,but this Big Bang is freaky"
"These scientist must be really drunk to do this shit,man.It requires a drunk state of mind."
"Ever seen chitty chitty bang bang"

Its not funny.I know.Not even remotely funny.Its just funny when you are drunk,like that Afroman song.
Combat Nap is still taking time.Now I have been wondering if its actually worth it.I should be more organized and more focussed.I will start doing so,by buying myself a pencil.
Heh,buying a pencil amost reminds me of my school days.When Mrs B threw me out of the class for not having a pencil with me.I hear they still do that in schools.And the fact that they line up the little kids in a little nice way and move them through the corridors.Thats all they do in schools.Like robots,in a robot manufacturing unit.I imagined that as a school kid.Another friend of mine used to imagine that they are penguins,searching for igloos with eskimos.
Shit,its been quite a dreamy little month.Like eating breakfast with eggs,going for random Bombay trips,spending weekend afternoons in curtained rooms,drizzles and bitching.Its like being 18 and joining college.Its also like the craving for smoking up with your fuckbuds.The fuckbuds come and ramble on. But it aint that anymore.People talk about Bollywood and Atif on caller tunes.

I got myself a pair of expensive aviator shades.Finally.A friend thinks I shifted to Poland.Gtalk corrected him.

2008-09-02T01:55:00.000-07:00

Sometimes,the dreams ,I get ,are so horrifyingly real that they question my very existence.
So,yes.I have not been sleeping well lately. I suddenly wake up with a jolt,wipe of the sweat,drink water and try to get back to sleep,unquenched.
Over almost a month,Ive dreamt not just about human shaped monsters,killer families,betrayals,deja vu, psycho-laughters..............................................
Yet,there is no depression.No stress.
Its like entering into an entirely different realm when I close my eyes.
When I wake up,the sun just seems too bright.
Its like the madman in the local to whom no one would give directions.
Or the beggar who spends his day's earnings to gift his daughter a toffee,no one would sell.
Or the mother,who sits on the footpath,silently shouting for alms,so as to feed her dying son.
Maybe,its the way of balancing out.Give lots to some,and none to many.The scales dont shift.Its a perfect balance.
And yes,everyone still smiles at you while you drift past the withering flowers.
I am not a prophet,but its just not a just world.

psst psst..Calling to earth for super vacation....teent-teent!

2008-08-05T12:31:00.000-07:00

Ok,Im not a superhero running around with a red cape and super boots and not-so-sexy over-worn underwear.So people.I mean the people in general.Everyone around me.Yes,if you think its you,then it be you as well.As a marathi wud say "Thambaa" .Means stop.
The sounds are too loud.The truth is too fake.The hopes are too.The money is not so-happiness.The lights are too bright.And the silence is too silent.Stop expecting.Stop trying to be in control.Burn the thinking liscence.And all what you like.
Im on a whiny moodswing mood today.My neck hurts,and my chest pains.And I have kinda accepted that I have no life.I have also realized that it is pointless to dream and hope that you will do what you want.So I conjure up philosophies.philosophies pertaining to my life.And me only.
Its like Karma.You run around a tree at the speed of light and you can actually buttfuck yourself.
While still on this realization rant,I would probably waste the next decade of my life hoping and dreaming still.And then I would know who I am and sink back into reality.And there comes the predictability.
Its still Karma.You run around the same tree at three times the speed of light and you can actually watch youself buttfuck yourself.
If you run around faster,then you can turn into a Gen-X buttfucking buddha.But nevermind that.
It all seems pointless,aint it.
And right then you realize who you actually are.
You look into the mirror in front of a half baked glow bulb.And you look into it harder and then BAM!,it strikes you.The goosebumps,the twitching of the ears,the raised eyebrows,the half enthusiastic blurt of surprise.The prophecy and Hollywood was true after all.
Yes,with great powers comes great responsibilities.
With no powers comes hollowness and an empty bottle of booze.
Who am I?

Im Spiderman.

Ok,I need a break.This banter or the blog aint helping.Im taking a break.Not from the blog or the banter.But just a break.
psst,psst....still calling earth for a super vacation.respond respond,teent teent.

teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent-teent!!!!!!

2008-07-31T02:52:00.000-07:00

And I kept drawing the lines with my pencil.
Darkening the dots sometimes.
I picked my face up to see scribbles of black marked lines and discreet doodles strewn across the white notebook.
I looked further up.
The grumpy maths teacher was explaining a problem.Putting down numbers on the board,while the chalk made screechy sounds which gave chills down the spine.
She had a despicable smile and thick glasses,which gave a hypnotic effect everytime you stared into her eyes.
I looked down at my drawing again.
A mesmerising spiral turbinating into the middle end of the page,creating a helix with another.birds and creatures from lands unknown,filled up the rest of the page,creating a vortex effect as if they have locked horns with eternia.I scribbled a bit more,carving a shape out of the million little dots adorning my doodle.The shape somewhat represented an ugly hybrid creation of the Vitruvian man and the Phoenix,entagled within the clutches of this life and the world.An ink drop.A symmetrical folding blot of purple freedom looming across the page,like the lurking dark world.
From the corner of my eye,I caught the hypnotic attention.
She took the paper,crumpled it and threw it in the direction of the bin.
I was asked an answer.
I was also asked the reason for my insolence.
Mute.Silence.That defeaning silence.And fifty other pairs of eyes watching you.
"Get out of my class,maybe the air outside can punish you"
I opened my mouth to speak out and apologize.
"Keep quiet,just get out!!"
I walked to the crumpled paper near the door,clutched it firmly and walked out.
Outside the class,I opened the folds of the paper.The drawing remained unchanged.

That day,the paper defined obscurity.
I,defined a rebellion.

2008-07-23T22:01:00.000-07:00

What surprisingly amazes me is the way I have been able to cope up without the occasional weekend kickbacks for the past month.
It aint global warming or the carbon guilt,but the city is quite beginning to kick back in now,ermm,suck,that is.But then so does the parliament and the entire political scenario.So I dont really blame the city or the marathi extremists.Though it is kind of funny,how everything suddenly whirlwhiling suctions back into the full circle.
So anyway.
There has been a considerable change at the way I have started to look at things.
I call it the karma approach.
Do something till its fucked,and if its fucked,it will fuck you.
Thats what happens at office.The boss fuckes his boss,and the second boss realizing he is fucked,fucks back.I just watch the show,with those little pamphlets in hand,fanning myself.The entire office is like a big orgy-ic ritual.Sometimes I feel Im gay-crashing,though.I wear a mask to be the incognito,that I try to be.
So.
At home,at a supermarket,in a prison,schools,training facilities,army.
Karma.Karma.Karma approach.
I need vacation.I desperately need a vacation.A non-home one.A beach with umbrellas and a bit of that sun,maybe.Sometimes,empty the leg types.
Things have been happy.Things have also been thumpy and red,blue,yellow,purple and green.
I just wish if I waved my hand in the air,it just would brush off the hair from someone's face,somewhere else.

Today's Track:Trains by Porcupine Tree

2008-07-21T07:53:00.001-07:00

Ok, guys.
I would not say that i have been on a dreamless slumber.
And i aint even having a writers block cuz i aint much of a writer anyway.Its just that my internet is majorly down and im actually blogging from my phone.

Ive recently been engrossed in a dream.Its a dream im not willing to wake up from.Its a different happy psychedelia altogether.

Today's track: piano lessons by porcupine tree

2008-07-02T15:50:00.000-07:00

Oyster Boy finally got a bit of that justice.Im a wee bit happy for him.
But there is,suddenly,no more whistling of the breeze.
Instead there are just the dark grey clouds.
I wish.
I would never really want to be mindfucked again,even on the pretext of being mindfucked.

2008-06-27T14:03:00.000-07:00

The shuttle crackling sound of the leaf was a reverberation.
As the joint was passed around,the stories of the world were being discussed.
Bill Gates steps down,West has it all,Madonna and Guy splits,Ambani loses money to be richer,millions joining the B-schools,the China talks.
Malnutrition in Somalia,debt of an Indian suicidal farmer,mental torment in Afghanistan,a weeping abused kid turns to prostitution,injustice in the middle east.
Raped and over abused.
In between all this delirium and the smoke,Our Mother Earth just turns a page.
The joint is passed.

Its 2.30.
Im a bit zonked.
And I feel happy.
Dejected but happy.
This is a no-nothing post.

I would not say that I dont really care.

Today's Track:Most Precarious by Blues Travellers

2008-06-21T02:31:00.000-07:00

There lives this person,called the Oyster boy.
Smokes.Drinks.But doesnt kill.He just tries,strives and earns a living.
He lives somewhere in the down-south of a great impartial nation with an aspiring doctor brother,a bereaved mother and a paralytic suicidal father trying his luck with one of those 'cry for help' things.
Scrimpy salary,not enough to make both ends meet.
Consider a timeframe,and the survival rate for him would have dropped to zero,maybe.
That is his life.
But the story is not about him.
The story is about some thousands of middle class families,we choose to ignore with a belief of "that great nation" Rising.
What rise are we exactly talking about?what?.
The story is about the emotionless anarchic conformity of human existence.
There are good men,like the Oyster boy.
There are bad men,whom we may or may not respect.
And then there are socialites.Highly respected by the society,white-collared,masquerades with congeniality and love yet is evil to the very core.
Unhearted fucks,I spit on them.
I thought losing all hope was freedom.But not when,hope really does not exist anymore.
I was almost moved to tears.
But hey,my excuse is that I can never change the world,can I now?

I have not been blogging lately.I was actually busy being the corporate whore,that I always have been.Earning paychecks and slaving for white people from white rich land.
The Calcutta holiday has been,lessay, a blast.
It was as usual great to drink and smoke up with Roy,yet again.Finally got to know Cee and Onn and Dreamy.Hanged out with Pooja,got acquainted,which never really happened the last time we met in Pune.Got beerdrunk with Rahul.Watched a German-legend goalie pose for photographs and not play,while Dada entertained Eden Gardens.There were quite a few more surprises that spewed along the way,but are un-mentionable here.
I have been feeling rather green.Envious.

Of Rishi's Tattoo. (see picture of Roy and me in my infamous Road Rage tee)
Chumma ran away again,I think.
Of others' ability to play the guitar.
And of successes of some people around me.

But even after all the green and the cribbing,Im happy.I happy for reasons unknown.Happy for things not going my way and resigning to it.I have also been hallucinating and suffering from temporary memory loss.I have been drinking,quite a bit and happily.Sometimes smoking up.I even blacked out recently,happily,again.I hallucinated while I was in office.And I promised never to drink again,and broke my promise the very next day.Happiness is such a drug that it makes you happy,all over again.I love the idea of creating delusionary ideas and escaping all away.
My un-photo blog is coming up soon,Combat Nap,Watch this space or that.
A certain person is definitely not fat,even though she is convinced she is.
Orkut revealed an ex-foe.He has bitch-tits now.
And something's up. I can't tell for sure.
Ever seen a Hippo dance??They need lots of love.
So do I.more and more.

2008-05-29T10:33:00.000-07:00

Well,Calcutta has been sweaty.I could rather do without the Carpe Diem phrase.

So there has been The Xrong's,which I loved absolutely.Its expensive but it has this Irish wooden pub look to it.Im thinking of making it my hangout,instead of Oly,which is,nowadays,smelling like that certain rotten Mallu hair-oil.
I loved Eden as well. the place is always so vibrant.I liked the little verbal brawl we had with some drunk Biharis,who were supporting the rival team. one of them looked like a smart-ass chinki and the other one,resembled one of my old college fucks.So its justified. R shouted like a lone bengali with improved hindi.But the big guy thought I was the don,and apologized.Dada was kick-ass with his Pak comrade.We were slightly drunk and Sreesanth got Fucked.I loved every moment of it.Even the chicken at the dhaba tasted good.
And then there was that bit of pot at Roy's place.With smokes and beer ,of course.Perfect good old times.Even watched Kahn play his farewell match.With Ms.Gums and CoffeeStain.Salt lake stadium was electrifying with drum-beats and MB flags around.I loved the way Gums described it on her blog.
"Yesterday, I went for the football match starring Oliver Kahn who got honoured by everyone who was anyone in Kolkata."
I wanted to also post about a bengali guy,I overheard in the bus and also about some of the football fan antics.But its late.
We had the mini blogmeet.Except that in a blogmeet,you see lots of new faces.Onn got late.CoffeeStain,Gums,Moolah and Dreamy met up.Dreamy dropped water on her pants.CoffeeStain burger looked like Vada-Pao.Moolah's pineapple juice tasted like fermented piss.Gums actually reasearched about the food at T3 and ordered French fries.For more pics,Gums blog again.

I have also been creating superheroes.I have a team of 3 now and we intend taking over the world.Vee.Cee.Dee.

Ive also been having beertalks.Im happy.

Dope Times

2008-05-09T14:05:00.000-07:00

Now,what? You are saying it aint right,huh?
Yeh,of course,it aint friggin' right.I know,it aint love.
Well,I dunno if it is....maybe,you know.
Ha,if I dont know who will,eh...and I know it aint.
But I think its her,I really do.
But tell me something,of all people....her??
Well,she's cute,she gives me sweet fat pinches and she smells nice..
You're crazy,why not the other woman?
The first one?
Yeah.I remember her.
Im thinking career interests.Not mine,of course,duhhh!
What?
Ya,she has plans,big plansI hear.I mean,money,being rich,,you know,I think.
Ya?? And what about "The plans"??
Just dont bother,I dont think I know.
Create a cult? Change the world?
I like that.
You know you are never gonna do that.
Ha!you are just being fuckin prejudiced.
No,I just know you are never gonna do that.
How do you know,what I can do.
Now now,remember,'John','Jack' and the wrong son who got killed?
What has that go to do with this?
Well,maybe you aint the wrong son.
Maybe you are way too fucked up.
So you are trying to get back.
No way.
Ha,I see anger.Revenge,I presume then.Revenge,best served cold,eh??
Fuck you,I think I need a cold shower.

The GANG!

2008-04-19T11:08:00.000-07:00

Ok.
***Curtain Raising Drumroll***
***Mallya's Skimpy cheerleaders with pom-poms***
***Drunk whistles and shouts***
.....................................................and of course,all that fuckin jazz!!!

Presenting,Chumma aka The Bitch.....

My 3 grand bike.....aka Ravaged Roger Ace' (havent named it yet,though) aka The Mud

And finally ,a moo-creation.... Marty Fonda aka MF aka The Flower Child,

To all the evil society and people,Moolah and the gang comes with beer and peace!!!

2008-04-15T03:55:00.000-07:00

I like it when its quiet around here.
No big shit hullabloo.Or talks about big things happening.
It does not really feel all that bad to take things a bit slow on the fast lane.Become a bit mentally lost,doing things all on your own without technology, and rediscovering the love for things long forgotten and wondering where exactly I went wrong.And why?
I have bought an old mud bike for 3 grands,which Im particularly proud of.I'm also drawing and doodling a lot nowadays,just for the heck of it or maybe for jee-jee. And I have finally begun to think politically and dressing up my teenage years.
All this does not really sound either happy or sad.But it just feels the laid-back slow.

Tagged,yet again!

2008-04-14T01:03:00.000-07:00

1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER:

We Own the Night ,that was ages ago.Long live the net.

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?

Reading McCormack's"The Road" and Rushdie's "Midnight Children" .... also of course,the Mad magazines and comic strips on the net.

3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?

Ludo,Scotland Yard,Battleship

4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?

Mad,Reader's digest and Calvin and Hobbes

5. FAVORITE SMELLS?

Red Kababs,wet earth,Petrol and LPG,hot chocolate mousse,new books,smell of the beach,the shells and the sea,of course....

6. FAVORITE SOUND?

Footsteps on a wooden floor,creaking of the garden gate,crashing of the sea-waves,Jim Morrison,Piano,vibration of the cell phone,pin-drop silence,laughter.....

7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?

The feeling of being normal

8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?

Is it morning already??!!

9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?

Calcutta roll stalls.SubWay.MacD's.Burger King.

10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? ....

*gush-gush*...Akaash and Sunayna

11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I'D...?

Stop working and go travelling .....

12.DO YOU DRIVE FAST?

Nope,I just about drive.

13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?

Does this question have a second-meaning *wink-wink*...or is it just a trick question???

14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?

Coooooooooooooool,with a capital C.

15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?

I just bought a cheap mud bike,does that count??
16. FAVORITE DRINK?

Water,Beer,Orange Tang

17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD ....laze around a bit more.

18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?

Stems on a Broccoli...??

19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?I think white,makes me look wise.

20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN.................Calcutta,Delhi,Gangtok,Pune.

21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?

Football,Basketball.

22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.

She has a virtual tiger in her blogsite.

23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?

crumpled newspapers,2 unfinished thumbs up bottles,an cool lookin' ashtray and diiiiiiiiiiiirt.

24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?

Maybe,but the next time,I'd prefer richer parents.

25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?

Night Owl,i guess

26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?

sunny side up,always!!!
27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?

the bed and the loo.

28. FAVORITE PIE?

I dont fancy pies much,but apple would do fine.

29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?

Vanillaaaaaaaaa,sometimes chocolate for a change.
30. OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?

I have to Tag this????

2008-03-29T13:40:00.001-07:00

If there was something I could do,to change all that.
Maybe,I would have done it.
Instead,I just lied.

Everything would have been different.
I could have said no and burned those clay figures I made.
I could have sulked,been arrogant and not look.
But yes,the colour of the hum and the serenity was beautiful.
I just got lured.
I got lured to the vast sea of chances,not knowing what lay beaneath.
Beneath there was dirt,grime and grunge.And some stains of daily filth.
I could not run,but I turned back to see,all whom I despise.
But then,all this pain is meant to wake me up.
Today its just a stone world.

Today's Track:Twisted Transistor by Korn

2008-03-13T11:34:00.000-07:00

99 bottles of beer on the wall,99 bottles of beeeeer!
If one of those bottles ever happen to fall,
There'll be 98 bottles of beer on the wall...

98 bottles of beer on the wall,98 bottles of beeeeer!
If one of those bottles ever happen to fall,
There'll be 97 bottles of beer on the wall...

97 bottles of beer on the wall,97 bottles of beeeeer!
If one of those bottles ever happen to fall,
There'll be 96 bottles of beer on the wall...

96 bottles of beer on the wall,96 bottles of beeeeer!
If one of those bottles ever happen to fall,
There'll be 95 bottles of beer on the wall...

95 bottles of beer on the wall,95 bottles of beeeeer!
If one of those bottles ever happen to fall,
There'll be 94 bottles of beer on the wall...

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I think ,I'm gonna die laughing!!!!!!

2008-03-11T11:36:00.000-07:00

"..its not just a high.Its a psychedelia hitting the brain at every heartbeat...."

It aint really hard to survive among all this.
I meant among all the asshole tax,soaring real estate prices,lots of local fucks and bad roads,its still really possible to survive.
But then,I still got the weather and Toonz.

Its a long week.And an even longer day.
And I cannot seem to finish anything!!

Track today:Hard Sun-Eddie Vedder
.....and it still aint changing a thing!!!
I'm just sorry,I did not turn out what I was supposed to be.

2008-03-02T01:24:00.000-08:00

Its been lazy for sometime now.
Where's the apartment?
Where's the car?
Where's the money?
Everytime and everywhere I look around,the walls seem to grow tighter.

2008-02-23T12:54:00.000-08:00

This is February.
I mean its still fuckin' February.
I'm a million times pissed.
I'm broke and this month is taking forever to end.
Really young people are getting married to really young people like tigerwasps in love.
I called up someone on someone's advice and I've been thinking about it since.
The fan in my room has conked off just when mosquitoes are rediscovering their love for blood during summers.
I'm reaching an end point.I just wanna leave.I need happy days.
God,someone,anyone.When will February end??????????

2008-02-10T10:20:00.000-08:00

Ok,Chumma is out.Officially thrown out by the society people and the watchman,who scoffed at our car.The bitch had it calling for,....went on a rampage with the garbage bins.I liked it though.Especially when our 'pet pup' turned hostile and havoc'ed with the old man's house.After all the milk and the beer it drank,I suddenly miss Chumma .

Everything's been so usual.So normal enough,to freak me out. Sometimes accolades and praise is fun and famous.But then it sorta gets on the nerves.I'm tired of seeing the dumb faces of my office colleagues everyday.I'm tired,done and out.I think of one word nowadays.Escape.To a different city,place or planet maybe.Trip.To somewhere out of reach.Meet.Some people and stories of the world.I wonder if all this depression,failure,pain is bought.But so is the funk we are living under.
We all have dreams.At least,speaking for myself.Then we have inspirational stories,we have those special people,apprehensive-ness,of course.But all that separates is just putting the foot beyond the line of decision and risk.Drive,is what I call it.Dreams,Ive had enough.I just lack the fuckin drive.

So some of these days have been good.As in proper windy winter days.Like waking up early,eating breakfast,watching TV, fucken office,drinking coffee,warm snuggly bed,drinking beer.Im just glad its still pretty chilly cold here in Pune. Maybe,I'm also glad cuz Burger King is so better than MacDonalds.Its wishful thinking to be happy,but what the heck......And mistakes,I'm happy about them,but the blues still exist.
Sometimes I just wish I could just lie on the lawn all day long and think about nothing.
But there is too much going on.

and I need more crayons to just colour it all up..........
I need some booze.I need to turn into a song or a sketch.I need to turn into some random vegetable and be sold off.
I suddenly miss Calcutta and the smell of Park Street and JU.I miss Chumma,as well!!

PS: I am the only Debanuj in Facebook( yaaaay!!)
And there are 25 other Debanuj's in orkut,who either look gay or with display pictures of Shah Rukh Khan.Its a sad fuckin world!

2008-01-22T12:04:00.000-08:00

Its nothing.Nothing,really.
Man,things have been a bore and boring.Its not even one of those phases in life where you realize you need to DO something,stand UP for something,believe IN something......
No,it aint all that.This part,as I call it,is the "looking blankly ahead"............
You know eyes wide open,cold breeze in the hair,voices going in and out and you still look into that something-forever with that same half-perfect expectations.
That same fuckin feeling.
When you know,things have changed,but you refuse to move on.Ground yourself to that point of time,where you actually felt you existed.But its all so different now.Everything somehow just about passes by.
Maybe,if the one on the right was on the left and the one on the left was on the middle..........

So I saw this dream......
Two persons who called themselves the God and the Devil,were talking.I was the third person.
God:I made the universe,the earth,the stars,moon,sun,people,animals,gave life and have created something beautiful..........
Devil:I get tattoo'ed on humans more than you........haha!!
God:Fuck you,infidel!!!!
Both start laughing loudly,and suddenly change into Al Pacino and Robert Di Niro,look at me and start shooting me.
I forget all that happens after that 'cuz Im dead.....duhhhhhh!!
I should stop watching too many gangster movies!!

Even Chumma,our pet pup,ran away to some Tamilian household!!!!

2008-01-17T00:02:00.000-08:00

Its not a really-bad feeling to be hated.

All this....
'Cause Im groovy..
And Im happy....
So Fuck you!
Dont bother me,or call me and dont call me sugar.

2008-01-12T13:18:00.000-08:00

Snazzy clothes and flashy lights aint really everything.There is much shit around all these to actually give a shit to ...ummm....all these.
So,I'm an eat-shit entertainer.Not the Van Wilder type.But I'm an entertainer.Maybe,when drunk also.I tend to act like a kid and also like a clown.I talk stupid.I talk nonsense.Many of course mistake that for foolishness or dumb insulting caricature-ing.And then there are terms like immaturity and being jejune or whatever.Well,agreed.
Then there are those who wanna take advantage of the nice person,that I am.Well,fuck them.
And so,snazzy clothes and flashy lights aint everything.
I meet these certain people everyday,who I believe are disillusioned by the fact that the world revolves around them,their clothes and their lights.They also believe that giving some shit aint the same thing as giving some shit.
And I love their astonished-look faces every time I tell them I'm a brahmin.Their cringed faces when I tell them that I eat beef,drink,curse every-random-thing,sport a goatie (*hahaha*) ...blah blah.And of course,their disgusted faces,when I show them how lovely my middle finger is.
These people are either born ignorant or ignorant.

I kinda have reached a really confusing part of my life.
I'm having bad dreams and beautiful nightmares.I like and I dont like.I do this and fuck up that.
Something is wrong.Or someone.

2008-01-03T21:19:00.000-08:00

In Goa.
I spent my New Year moment pissing away all the booze in some makeshift toilet in an awesome shack party.
This comes a bit late,but Happy New Year,folks.
Cheers!

2007-12-27T02:46:00.000-08:00

Its not really a bad hair day.Its close to one though.
Its not even trying to learn rocket science.

So,I just about screwed-up my career.
And some plans aint working out.
And a long awaited trip suddenly becomes jinxed.Politicans,maybe??!
I'm suddenly all thoughtful.With 'the thinking-man' pose.Or maybe thats to let others know that I'm thinking and leave me alone.
Things which were funny a couple of years back are not so amusing anymore.
People around me have a wrong ... very wrong impression about me.And about themselves,as well.
I feel tired,lethargic and boring.TwentyFourSeven.
I saw something that resembled something else some many years back.Sometimes a sudden truth can be so startling it can shake and crush all your good memories.Praises and insults are just a part of it.Part of the self-loathing and the entire dark portion of that little-life-phase which you have always tried to ignore and forget.You feel deja-vu'ish,then the dreams come back.All this just blocks out that ray of limelight under which you have been standing,smiling.The stage becomes just dark and silent.Even the violin stops playing.

At the end of the day,I look at my hair which more or less resembles a nest of starving malnutritioned snakes and I say..."Fock Fock Fock,now what the fuck is wrong with this?"
Maybe,yes,I am having a bad hair day.

2007-12-23T11:38:00.000-08:00

No,the light never gave me away.Nor,did the camera.
The camera was way too focussed on the light.
It was the cards.I had just passed 'em along,you know.
The Ace of hearts.The two of diamonds.The five of clubs.All of 'em.
The bet was the entire game,I guess.Or vice versa.I can't really remember.
As the cigarette ash dropped on the wooden floor and the round of drinks repeated,the bet just got higher.
They said a 3-2-Ace flush can win everything.
All I had left was a half torn card of a King of clubs ,a brand new Queen of Spades and a ten of diamonds.
But outside,its winter already.

Maybe when life aint going the way its supposed to be, stuff like this make us feel better.

why are thoughts so random???!!

2007-12-15T06:56:00.000-08:00

Ok,this is back. the random thoughts.

I got the SNAP exam tomorrow.and I aint freaked out about it.like Ms S,or Mr M.so here's a wishful thinking.I wish I get a bit worked up for exams.it helps.
I got tickets to Goa for the New Year.I am not very sure of my company.I have not decided on where I'll crash.I have very minimal bank balance.but I have decided on how I will spend that odd 10-lonely-hours.body massage,beer,musicals and maybe another tattoo.anyone who wants to join,can just drop in.
I want to make it a habit to wear watches and stop using my cell phone to look at time.so,I needed a watch.for myself,not to wear it a couple of times and gift it to my cosmopoliton brother.maybe,for eternity.I also needed a new MP3 player.I checked a couple of stores but nothing beats an Ipod.so I degraded myself and checked out ebay. all I found were fake chinese MP3 players and watches.these Chinese traders are shit good.
I wanna quit IT.
I wanna quit job.
I wanna quit my fake "I'm studying for MBA" thought.
I wanna quit the dirty old stamina stick habit.
sadly,I have officially quit writing after the 20 odd-pages of my book.I killed John.I always thought he would live.but I've killed him.Boppi had a bag of pot and a loaded gun.John just had to choose.he chose the marijuana.and Boppi shot him.Boppi loved the drug.but the book just cant continue anymore.
I love my laptop.I often hug it while sleeping.I also want to own a scooty.Men like bikes.Ladies drive the scooty.Ladies with the scooty love men who ride bikes. Men who drive a scooty are chased by dogs.
I finally have a choice.Film Studies or being thrown out of home.life could'nt be better.I finally have a fuckin' choice.
I also love Pune.the weather and the chicks mainly.unfortunately,this city has no place for people who try to juggle between being cool and being old.like me,of course.and I still like the city.

I wish I could get a bit more angry.This is the saturation period.Where time goes still and everything becomes stagnant.

2007-12-06T12:43:00.000-08:00

"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;"

Nightfall will be coming soon and its winter.
If you think that people are loving you,it probably means that they are bearing up with your nonsense.Of course,this does not apply to long term friendships which normally defines the art of bullshitting.But,not many like bullshitting nowadays,it seems.So,you see the fault lies with the people and their judgment.Funny men comes in two categories,he's either a joker or a fucker.Im not sure whether I fall in any,or whether I aint funny and Im still one of those.It aint really strange how one line of late-night drunken merriness can ruin an otherwise happy evening.Neither it is strange to find people-you've-been-joking-with turn their backs and leave.Psychologists call that post pessimistic depression.Post,what post??!!..Pessimism,ok,whatever??!..Depression,me???!!...
Long words,big talk.I guess.
Imagine a thousand eyes glaring down at you.You are in that same chair.In that same dark room.
All this just makes it difficult to gulp.
And question the very existence you've been living for.

And I thank Rishi for introducing me to Cash music.His radio shows have become quite addictive.But I do walk the line too.

Tag!!

2007-12-05T10:56:00.000-08:00

Haha!!...I'm not really in the mood to blog and talk to people.But I got Tagged by YH.And it might just get my mind off from all thats happening.Anywayy,so I say the rules again.

Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player/Media player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Soldier of Fortune (Deep Purple)-
*Yes, wait wait,no maybe not.*

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
This is the New Shit (Marilyn Manson)
* OM-effffffing-G!!!!!Shit hahaha!!!*

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Shake a Tail Feather ( Blues Brothers feat. Ray Charles)
*Shaaaaaazeeeam!!!!!!*

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd)
*Actually,yes*

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
The Unforgiven (Metallica)
*Yeeee,Dont mess wid me!!!! :-P *

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Back in the USSR ( The Beatles)
*Huh???!!!*

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Rockstar (Nickleback)
* Hi-Wooo-hooo-five*

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Pump it (BEP)
*Hump it ,rather...hahahahaha!!!*

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Desolation Row (Bob Dylan)
*Somehow this has no connection*

WHAT IS 2+2?
Braided Hair(One Giant Leap)
*Now,now I fuckin' didnt know that!!!!!*

DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
The Devil's Right Hand( Johnny Cash)
*Damn,he so is!!!*

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
While my guitar gently weeps (George Harrison Feat. Eric Clapton)
*Naaaaah,that aint really true*

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Rape Me ( Nirvana)
*Haha,thats true!!!*

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Big Yellow Taxi ( The Counting Crows)
*Head tilted to the left and thinking,"that aint too bad...."..*

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Pretty Vegas (INXS)
*I STILL have this song in my playlist?????!!!!!*

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
LA Woman (The Doors)
*"They think Im a girl",head tilted again and smiling*

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Unwell ( Matchbox Twenty)
*Whatevaaaa*

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Mary Jane's Last dance ( Tom Petty)
*ohhh,so thats how I'm gonna die!!!*

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Bang Bang (Nancy Sinatra)
*What??!!!,This tag is toooo much of an effort!!*

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The End ( The Doors)
*uffff,ki bhul bhal gaan aashche!!!!*

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Dirty World (The Travelling Wilburys)
*huh,now do I,do I???? *

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Jailhouse Rock (Elvis)
*sala,mamdobaaji naki!!!*

Phew!!!Too much song shuffling and too much of laptop light!!!!And also this tag has ruined my plan of watchin' "Capote".Anyway,this entire thing is not really easy to do especially for old men like me......so I tag the oldies.....Roy,Poojo,Gini,Adrita,Ritu and Ad libber!!!.....

2007-11-25T07:00:00.000-08:00

So,it gets a bit boring up here.Yes,in spite of watching endless back to back episodes of Scrubs and The Simpsons.So I tune in to news channels.Sometimes,of course.
Its surprising how we never make it to the news channels.I am talking about this piece of news I actually saw on some news channels about how some snake actually ate up a parrot.Ok,parrots can sing.But you know whats news,a snake not only bites or hisses,it also eats.News was just news a decade ago,now its as entertaining as sitcoms.Everything's about entertainment.The same clip of Taslima walking out of some building while Calcutta's supposedly burning.Or how the Big B waved at the camera during his son's wedding.
So,how come we never make it to the news channels.My friend just got out of his deathbed 'cuz of some weird stomach disease and no doc had any clue of it.How come he never makes it to the news....how come that person on the street never makes it to the news....how come the cabbie who drives a raped girl back home never makes it to the news.Anyway,its pointless,to even crib about it.I think I really want to,maybe,forget the news channels like the Saw and the Matrix sequels.And why,god why,there are so many South Indian channels on my Tv.Fuckin' boob tube!
So there we were,wheels rolling on.Almost four days.Sometimes getting drunk.Sometimes sipping on tea on the chilly highway.Music played.The echoing of the waves on the virgin shores.The sound of the blue sea in the shells.An old deserted fort and some dead starfishes.The forest was lively but the strawberry farm burned.
Maybe lost in the romance or maybe in the tranquility of it.We never waited for the summer rain.We just rolled on.The music kept playing.Looking at the horizon,it seemed all clear in the head.All the memories...months,years back.It was all a youthful serenetic hysteria. I know,I should have apologised...you know,should've said "I'm sorry for all this".....and I should have moved on.But the feeling of the wet sand between the toes is far too gripping.

2007-11-17T17:30:00.000-08:00

After all I saw today,I come to this conclusion.
In today's world,anyone who gives the CAT exam,has a gal and proclaims he does pot, is cool.
Haha!I think Im somewhere in between laughing and puking!!!!

Ohh!!And Homer Simpson's my new found God!!!

2007-11-06T12:16:00.000-08:00

"Broken hearts I can forgive,....Broken dreams,Never"------Hugh Mcleod (in one of his posts)

Eh eh eh!!..
This comes after a certain reconciliation with someone after I was bitched all-around-about by her.almost two fuckin years back.No,not love,in case ur getting a wrong picture.Heh!I mean friend-friend types.Well,did it feel good?She felt good for sure..'cuz she told me so.She even asked me if I hated her...maybe if I hated her,I wouldnt fuckin' talk to her.So why fuckin' bother.Maybe my mojo's working,especially after ignoring a certain large number of people this time in Calcutta.Maybe,some of them are really sorry.Maybe,most of them are shit.Personally I prefer the third option.Anwayy,I was unelatedly diplomatic unlike the reconciled person.
So,it aint really the blues anymore.I'm happy quite a bit.Life aint a bitch really,its a drag.A long cigarette drag,coughlingly soothing.So.It all feels wierd a bit when you travel down that nostalgia lane and realize things you've experienced and missed out.Missed out,eh-eh,huh,my fingers were never enough to count 'em.I still look back on the days and I see.....Some of us,sitting on a rooftop drinking and doing the pot.Another 3 years back,I remember a close friend calling up my schoolboy-crush at midnight and people discussing career options.Rewind a bit more,I see school,I see frolicked immaturity,I see sweaty post-football games,I see the gawking at the uniformed schoolgirls,I see a friendshipped-gang that exists no more.Look back a couple of more years,there were middle aged teachers who were suddenly really hot,there were exams and punishments,birthday parties and colourful streamers,notebooks with blue lines and pencils,maybe crayons too,the family gatherings and ooooh! the fun-animals and the circus shows.Stroll along more,I find the little water bottles and plastic tiffin boxes,my first day at school and I cried,my over-used books,children races and sports,montessori,the children who were taught not to swear.Most learnt it,some didnt,one definitely didnt.
I see my family..the old uncosmopolitan joint family.And suddenly,nothing's there anymore.
And then,I see her.No,no...u're surely mistaken,her,I meant.The crush on her was real.That narrow lane filled with dry leaves,beside the dirty pond changed my life some many years back.
If you were me,you would know what I'm talking about.But you aint me.
Its been years since then.But at 23,we've moved on.
I wonder if it was all worth growing up.Ha!Maybe,never never Neverland.
But at 23,everything's a fuckin' shit aint it..?? Eh eh eh??!!

2007-11-02T05:52:00.000-07:00

Mr. Brown: Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
Mr. Blonde: No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...
Mr. Brown: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.
Joe: Toby... Who the fuck is Toby? Toby...
Mr. Brown: 'Like a Virgin' is not about this nice girl who meets a nice fella. That's what "True Blue" is about, now, granted, no argument about that.
Mr. Orange: Which one is 'True Blue'?
Nice Guy Eddie: 'True Blue' was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue".
Mr. Orange: Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
Personally, I can do without her.
Mr. Blue: I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
Mr. Brown: Hey, you guys are making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?
Joe: Oh, Toby was this Chinese girl, what was her last name?
Mr. White: What's that?
Joe: I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?
Mr. Brown: What the fuck was I talking about?
Mr. Pink: You said 'True Blue' was about a nice girl, a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, and that 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks.
Mr. Brown: Lemme tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the 'Great Escape', he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain.
Joe: Chew? Toby Chew?
Mr. Brown: It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know, her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, 'Like a Virgin'.

Anyone who says Tarantino's Filmaking is nothing but masturbation,can go and fuck a dog.

2007-10-27T02:51:00.000-07:00

Well,it went something like this......

A wild psychedelic trip on music....
Fat dense swirls of the Holy smoke.....
Clunkering of 16 beer bottles.......
A crazy....no,mad car-death ride at 3 am.Yes,with 4 other stoned guys.
A bottle of Vodka......
Colours and sounds.........
Some guys meeting up.Adda.Chicken. yes,pizzas.
Innumerable punch-drinks of kicking Capirinha.....
A garbage lag.....as always.
Three pairs of wobbly legs playing football in the morning.
More music.high.drunk.blues.zapped and zoomed.rock.an acoustic guitar.
Hahaha!...Its all really cool.

Party has a new definition.Its called Trance.

Pujos and Fuck-ups

2007-10-21T12:18:00.000-07:00

Shoptomi:Rains and Beer.
Oshtomi:Beer.
Nobomi: more Beer.
Doshomi:Beef and beer.

Calcutta's been really fun.Pujo was ...erm,again......usual.
Calcutta's population bubble has finally burst.Crowd's been Really pathetic.
Maddox is pathetic.Too many young fuck-ups this Pujos.
No Ballygunge Cultural or Durgabaari.
Onjoli for the first time in the last eight years.
Beer again.A wild drunk evening fuck-up at Rahul's place.
People getting pissed on me.Fuck those people.Haha.
Shubho Bijoya.

Talk about cultural shocks and the fuck-ups??.....Thats me.
Thank you.

2007-10-10T12:13:00.000-07:00

Isnt it great to be happy at everything ,laugh and say.....

"What the Fuck????"

:-)

2007-10-09T06:26:00.000-07:00

I'm the un-kewl uncle.
I wish I didn't really grow old,this fast.
Maybe slow down the process a bit,like apply the brakes,feel the wind,grow old bit-by-bit.
But I just don't even wanna fuck-drop and die either.
Sigh!

This is going to be a long....really long week for obvious and unobvious reasons.

2007-10-03T09:32:00.000-07:00

" In the plane,Tyler Durden turns to Jack.

TYLER: Wanna switch seats?
JACK: No, I'm not sure I'm the man for that particular job.
TYLER: An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.
JACK: Yeah, I guess so.
TYLER:You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
JACK:So you can breathe.
TYLER:Oxygen, gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked breaths...Suddenly you become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate.....

Tyler points to passive faces on the drawn figures, from the INSTRUCTION CARD.

TYLER: Emergency water landing, 600 miles per hour. Blank faces - calm as Hindu cows..

Jack laughs..........................."

I remember this scene from a famous cult-movie,everytime I travel in a plane and I chuckle to myself,when they show the emergency procedures.

I was in Bangalore last weekend,celebrating something,I do not really know.Lately,I have been tripping and living like a dumb-shit hippie.Of course,with long wavy curly hairs,late afternoon tooth-brushing,alternate day baths,monthly shaves,double t-shirts and torn clothes.
I had an air-hostess fart right on my face...I went to a great pub,learnt some shit.....I had a girl tell me how easy and gullible we,*men*,were...I got inspiration from a guy who's really young....I was mindfucked before being happy all over again...I missed one of my really close friends,who couldnt make it.The trip was really good,considering that I did not really go to re-discover myself or take up religion all-over again.But it was fun.

Just a day before this trip even happened,I really had this urge of leaving everything.It wasnt a moodswing,maybe a bit mindfuckedness.It was a shit serious feeling.I suddenly didnt want to go to Bangalore and also cancel my Calcutta trip.I wanted to leave my job.I wanted to tell everyone what I felt about them.And I wanted to scream at all those people who say I have a great life. I wanted to destroy something beautiful and I wanted to pick up a fist-fight with some certain-people.I wanted to shut out everything.I wanted to live and be happy and free.I wanted everything to be colourful around me. Everything. Two years back,I was a different man. I used to be cool,I used to be fascinated by techno-gadgets,I hated The Beatles and adored Ozzy,I thought Vodka was bliss.Its strange,how things and people influence our lives.
And it is very colourful now.Today,I can,in five secs,name ten people who care for me .There are loads of things I can do.Life's so meaningful and beautiful.I have been motivated,inspired.Its a positive feeling and suddenly everything's so happening.
So,if Mr.Roy calls me up just to temme that he's concerned for me when I'm depressed,I'll ask him to light up two joints for me and smoke it up.Just for the old times sake,matey!

Anwayy,signing off from this blog from Pune....and Happy Pujos,everyone! :-)

2007-09-24T02:28:00.000-07:00

"......Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget ......................................"

(This song is torturing me so much that I'm enjoying every line of it.....)

Ok,its really supposed to be exciting when you finally get internet at home.Especially after you get bored of using it at office where half of the chatting softwares are blocked and Orkut becomes an all time low.Work increases.This-that.
Well,it hasnt changed much.Orkut is still an all time low.Saturation sets in.I dont even bother to reply to scraps.Instead I've been researching with Facebook and Skype.And trying to explore my options in a stock-market career.Internet aint all that bad.And yes,the liberty of reading some really beautiful blogs at your own sweet will.
Maybe that the global warming has been messing up with my little brain. I find it really shocking what humans have done to the planet.We still sit in AC's ...keep the bulb on...and cut down trees to make way for human settlements.Save the green,save our planet.Lets peace out and do something about it.This is what I've been thinking for a long time.
Anywayy,life hasnt been that bad for a change.Some trips are lined up.There has been some weed,gallons of beer,hitch-hiking on trucks,rock 'n roll as usual,cough and benadryl,a bit of shopping maybe and some corporate whore-awards.And then the icing on the cake???
The two week homecoming vacation.There are whole loads of stuff that has been planned up already.
Brace up people,pull down ur socks,loosen your collars cuz I'm comin' home and I'm excited.Pujo is never bad and will never be better!!!!.....

Cheerz!

2007-09-19T07:38:00.000-07:00

It was one of those discussions.

Yes,where words just seem to fade away.Go into the horizon.Through the ears.Into all the air around you.And you never seem to catch them.Its not withering.Its just the moodswings and the mindfuckingly drift.Everything seems slow down,sounds become clear.People around you just move far away,the background seems to be distant.The one-sweat-drop trickling behind the ears and the hum.The hum inside the brain.The ringing of the nerves.All that you can follow is the swirling trance of the nicotine smoke.

And then with one blink of the eye,you come back.

Back from the thoughts that has been reverbating and eating you up slowly.Where nothing else matters.Where one thought leads to another.The another leads to idea.The idea brings you to a sea of coloured judgements,beliefs,internal arguements,opinions et al.At the end,its just a myriad haphazard delirium of imaginative figments rushing in you.A euphoric disorientation is what you have been turned into.

And I just apologized for being a bit scatty unmindful .Thats what happened to me.

Anywayy,Mangalore trip was good.I dont feel like talking about it though.

It was just some nostalgic catching up.

3 friends.

Stories of life and the high seas and bosses.

The beach.

A port and a blinking-lighthouse.

Tasty fish-food.

Delicious local chicken dish.

11 litres of beer.

Packets of smokes.

A doctor,a sailor and a corporate whore.

A really long Volvo bus journey.

The Doors,Dylan and Anjan Dutta.

We kinda had it all.The decade felt good but it had passed.

Ohh,and one, ahem..... me!!, trying to be a Captain Jack Sparrow wannabe.

Dope-times again!!!

2007-09-13T07:09:00.000-07:00

This will be more of a personal admittance post than those usual cribbing ones.

Ok,life actually doesnt suck,I make it suck.I am 2-fuckin-3,but it feels like 40.I've been feeling this terribly old for the past few weeks.The way I live my life,no more partying,just reading newspapers in the morning,going to office,read some books about the world,plan travel trips,drinking beer with friends and chatting about good ol' times,no more getting drunk,no more doing those fuck-up nonsense stuff.I might look 19-20 or less as some people say.Mentally Ive become old.But I'm glad it didnt really take much time to realize that.For most oldies,its still abhi-bhi-mein-jawaan-hoon at 50.They party,try to go to discs,clubs,put muscles on and watch cool hindi flicks.I've visited virtually all pubs and clubs in this city and I liked it in the beginning.The dancing,the little highs and then the madly-shots and the dancing and lights again.Now it aint cool anymore.Adda, and not just in bengali, is any day way more fun. Heehee.See I am just old.Just fucking old.Youth goes,huh.Hehe!

And lets get back to farewells again.September aint going good.Maybe its wake me up when September ends,but thats not the frikkin case.Three are leaving.Three of those I really do consider friends,as in the proper close ones.It'll be a bit depressing without them.
Tinky's moving to Delhi to pursue her exciting rich- journo career,probably will miss her the most,especially after all the nonsense we've done over the years and years and years.
But heh-heh!!
Mad Kuni's going to Dubai for doing something,which I dont really know.Maybe,she will try to get richer.And then accompany me to Vegas and open up a casino.
And then Shibu's pushing off to London to hump Brit and Scottish babes.Ok,for higher studies along with his babe,Taps.But my nigga brother has been a fucked up asshole to me.And a really great guy.
And of course,I will be road-tripping off to Mangalore today with Rahul.The trip's supposed to be fun,but I'm sure it'll be hell-tiring before I even reach there.I always prefer planes. :-P

Maybe,I need a girlfriend.I'm tired of being single and trying to flirt around with girls.Maybe,I need to settle down and meet someone beautiful and get serious in my love-life.Maybe,Rishi was right.Also about the getting-out-of-bed part.So,mossad,wink-wink,CIA's getting back!!!
And someday,I will get a flame-hot girlfriend and show-off to everyone like some of the people I know. I will also turn into a proper snobby superbitch then.Thats what most people do after they fall in love with someone hot.
Haha!
I'm laughing 'cuz no matter what I say,I always end up cribbin'..haha!!

2007-09-07T04:44:00.000-07:00

Cant really say much.Nothings happening.Not even new girls.The hot ones have boyfriends.The sweet ones have too many friends.The fair ones have moustaches.The deer-eyed are dumb South Indians.And the rest of them are too much fat or are too much dark circled.The one I like refuses to talk.This Indian generation I guess is dry.Its the girl-famine,comes every six seconds and then kills the mind-Cupid.Of course,not many girls fall for a short stout guy.Of course.But nevaamind!
So nothing's really happening.Not even much of Pune.Just looking forward to my Mangalore trip,maybe a Bangalore one,Goa's looking bleak and then the great Calcutta homecoming.
I wonder if saying farewell,is really hard,you know.There is this someone,who's leaving for some firang land in some days.And its kinda been hard,telling how much you'll miss them and then suddenly having nothing to say.You can't cry,'cause you are supposed to be a guy with hard emotions.Not that I havent cried.But its just that its against the rules.Its hard.Farewell's never been easy for me.Like leaving Calcutta.Leaving college.Leaving four years of shooters,bloopers,high-fliers,kick-asses.Leaving stupid-funny twelve school years.Farewell aint cool anymore.
And someone please tell an undrunk twenty three person is too old to dance with dumbfucks.Anyway,I got a party to attend.Lets all turn fake and put on our masks.

2007-08-28T05:23:00.000-07:00

I just deleted my last post.I felt fake and unabsorbed.I rambled on like a meaningless human being.Nevuhhmind.
Ok,not much has been happening these days.Except that I've been getting weird goosebumps for unknown reasons.I'm not in love.I've also been spending my time smiling at myself for some wierd reason.No,I'm not in love,I think.
And also the fact that I have been having these aweful electric headaches for the past week.When booze,smokes never helps,Saridon always does.Its not only about being addicted.Its like a fuel which keeps you going on.I've also been putting on weight and a tummy,with which I've kind of fallen in love with.
I'm also paying too much asshole tax to everyone.Its too much bloo-blah about how big an asshole I am and not realizing it.Nevuhhmind again.
Yes,there's not much happening these days.Not much happening to blog about it.If any mudderfuckin miserable thinh happens to me,I'll certainly write about it.
Hahaahahaha!!Now go....

2007-08-20T11:29:00.000-07:00

People around me fuckin' piss me off.Yes,they do.Man,I'm getting high on movies nowadays.
I remember sometime at this time,a year back,I changed.I changed almost everything about me.Something changed me the day I left Calcutta.Somethings do change,after all.Some people do change with them.
I changed the way I look at people.I changed the way I behave with them.Talk.Walk.Fake looks.Fake happiness.Miserable miserable me.I changed everything.I became dark green,blood red...and turned into a useless piece of shaite.
Never-fuckin-mind all that.
So,anyway,if you feel that you are in pain,maybe you should read this book.
If you feel miserable,watch this movie. Or this. And if you still do,you should drown yourself in some manhole.
Ohh,I've just completed a year in this corporate shaite-hole!Time flies.And so does my fuckin' age.
And yes,Check out my poll in case you are majorly bored.

2007-08-15T00:00:00.000-07:00

A Salman Rushdie,a Cormac McCarthy and "the Million Little Pieces" just cost me a grand.Money would solve most of my problems.As in more money.I remember asking my parents for money before going for trips,before this job.And how easily they gave it without any qualms.Now its more calculated.Check out the cheapest flights.Maybe take the train.Ac/Non-Ac??...And end up going in a 15-hr bus ride.Ive loved every single penny of my parent's money.It becomes really monotonous to earn,spend and realize that you can not live on your parent's money anymore.

Probably technology was the best and the worst thing that happened to this age.People around me are acting way too cool with hi-tech gadgets.Wii's,PSP's,iPods,N-series cellphones.
The Stone Age was the best.Flintstones prove it.You never had to spend any money to eat,drink....women were naked.....there were nightclubs on every mountain.....bars were free.....more women were naked.....There were spears and swords,which are way more cool than guns....Caves were real estates...women would be naked ,even in winters..... Hindus,Muslims,Christians and other blah-blah had sex without cutting off each other's genitals...the Chinese never gave a shit to birth control....and other bloo-bah-bloo.
I really wonder how the world would be if I went some million years back.....
Like people worshipping weird slimy aliens,whenever they popped from the sky....and then every other human behaved like Archimedis,everytime they produced a fire-fall with two stones,riding on Dinos instead of Monster Trucks and shouting Hee-haw!!!...no wait,Dinos never existed then.Ok,Mammoths whatever.
But Im really not skeptical about the other 'ages' as well,like the Roman Era,Medival period,Dark Ages,Industrial Revolution,the World Wars and the holocausts...
(This is where I prove my history is really really weak)
Its just this age.Its not the 'kolijoog' or something.Its just...its too much tech-savvy.Somethings and some people around me are just pissing me off.Not that I dislike everything.Yes,I do have a really sad life story(as Rishi reminds me always) but there are somethings which I've begun to hate.
Ive developed this wierd ego of 'giving shit to whoever gives me shit'.That generally ends up in disliking most people around me.I have become critical about everything including the little girl who tries to ride a cycle.I hate my job,but thats common.Many of my friends with whom I used to have fun in this city have suddenly left this city.The other people who've managed to stay back are too morbid.My friends' big career successes and their fun-filled-life happiness is getting on my nerves.And lately,I've considered visiting a psychiatrist.Bum-Ho!
And what!!I've heard it a million times that I dont respect the country.Just because I think a bit unconventionally.Just because I really dont give a fuck to the retard Indian society.Because I drink and dope a bit.Because I speak English more than Bengali.Because I ape western culture(????).Because I watch more meaningful Hollywood movies rather than the masala Hindi flicks.Because because because......Maybe the people around should take a fucking look outside and change their thoughts about how my generation doesnt give a shit to culture and the country.Cuz it fuckin' does.Take a fuckin look around,people.Maybe 60 years of being a part of India's largest democracy doesnt really help.And yes,how my 'Great Indian 'company,still asks its employees to work on the Independance day,while talking about values,morals and culture.I do respect the founder a lot for starting a great Indian industrial and commerical revolution called Infffffo******.But working for firang clients and acting like a bitch on the country's independance day.C'mon!!and people actually call this patriotic and what my company Inf-uckin-osys has done for the country.Maybe I'm sorry.Maybe I'm not really.I think I'm far more capable of what people say about me.Maybe I'm not.But that doesnt change people for saying what they gotta.I guess some things never change.Not independance day.Or the Indian society and the people.
This is what happens when you work on a national holiday and still get no credits.

2007-08-06T00:46:00.000-07:00

Man,there aint a single thing in the world which can beat watching endless episodes of "The Simpsons" on a dark Saturday,all alone, with Foster's beer and Smokin' Joe's extra-cheese sausage crust pizza.
Ohk,Why I like this stupid show called "The Simpsons" and hate Indian Idol??
Cuz Homer Simpson is probably the only cartoon character who thinks like me.And I cant sing well.
Ohk,Why I like beer?
Hahaha!What?
Ohk,Why I like pizza with extra toppings?
Cuz it expensive ,you dumbshit.And it tastes good too.

Sunday was friendship's day.I think its real gay.
Real gay to have non-drunk men calling up other non-drunk men and telling them how much they loved their friendship.
Real gay to have drunk women call up other drunk women and gifting cards and pink soft toys.( I really do not mind this)
Real gay to have SMS about friendship's and even more gay to have someone reply them back and wasting SMS money.
Real gay to have people discussing about parties and get-together rather than sitcoms and sports.
Real gay to have orkut scraps from people who would normally never scrap you on a normal day.
Real gay to see the a Pantaloons End-of-season Sale flooded with tight clothed men and women buying pink shirts on this day.
....Can the world be wierder than this???...its a fuckin gay world.

I think I desperately need weed and love.

2007-07-27T00:15:00.000-07:00

Ahh!Lets see what I have here.
First,Hi5..and then suddenly Orkut banged in with this new sensational way of 'networking'.
And what was next?? A whole barrage of 'networking' sites trying to connect friends,family,non-friends,strangers,artists,spam bots,pedophiles and of course,advertisers.
Facebook,Bingbox,WAYN,MySpace,Xanga,Tick-Tuck,Girooboo,Blah-blah,ranta-ranta!!
Not that I am suffering from the syndrome of losing everyone due to apathy or whatever.But I really think there is a fine line of limit in being 'friendly'. And especially since half of the friends list I have,never scraps me,except on my birthday.So why fuckin bother.
Why do people even join so many networking sites.Just to get to know more people??Like strangers??Or find friends all over again just like the way they did with orkut,hi5 or facebook.Or is joining new networking sites the today's 'in' thing.Or maybe,posting your photos wherever in the world wide web,just to be noticed.Just to be noticed,heehee,shit,whatever again!!
Whats with finding strangers or posting "make friendship" messages??I dont think anyone among the people I know,is a loner more than I am.Then why the fuck would they want to know more stranger who probably might be more of a better dumbfuck.Or a 'sexual predator.haha!!
And the "make friendship" message requests.They are the best.And even girls have been posting them nowadays.(I just got my second "make friendship" scrap in orkut in 2 months from two different females,one of whom claimed to be a singer in Portugal).
"You have such a lovely profile,that it reminds me all the beautiful things in the world.I would like to make friendship with you."
Is there a possibly better cornier turn-off method than this.And they never learn too.Desperate desperate people!!
Orkut has created enough problems for human beings,as the news channels say.And vice-versa,I think.
I'm not really against the concept of getting in touch with old,no..really old friends by using technology.After all,these sites did introduce the 'small world' concept.And the fact that single or committed men does not spend too much time over the phone with girls.A single scrap normally does the trick. Of course,Orkut,thank you for all that!!!
What I'm against is the desperation of certain humans to be the cynosure of all eyes(maybe!!) in an entirely virtual space.I mean,its the internet for Pete's sake.It doesnt really matter who you are or who you pretend to be or who you are not.No one really gives a shit here.Even if you argue and win here,you are still retarted.
So go,shoo-shoo,flap-flap.Get a grip on the goddamn life.Start exploring the world,its high time.Go for random trips and talk to real people about real stories.Go,get a life.

2007-07-20T05:04:00.001-07:00

I'm Blue.
That night was not very different.I tried closing my eyes.The rusty fan shakingly creating a reverberating hum above.I pulled in the blanket to my chin,laid back my head and rested them on my palms behind.I was not insomniac.But I didnt get any sleep.No,the alcohol didnt help either.Somehow thoughts kept circulating inside my head as I closed my eyes every other time.When I opened them,I heard the hum again.So I closed my eyes,yet again,and counted sheep.
I sat beside the fence.A neatly kept small round table.A vase with purple flowers.A plate of well-made beef steak.A glass of water and a mug of beer.A cold breeze hitting the side of my neck.The first sheep jumped over.One.The second one jumped while the others lined behind from Ol' McDonald's farm.Two.By the time the third one had crossed the fence,the fence had grown immensely large.The herd barking and creating a wierd cacophony.I blinked and concentrated on eating the beef.I looked up.There were hanging bulbs.People drunk and shouting.Telling true tales and sometimes false ones.This was a bar of the fifties.
I woke up.

I'm Red.
I woke up.I looked at her lying beside me and mumbling about how beautiful life is.Everything seemed black and white.I sat all upright and stared at the hollowness of the wall in front.Somehow her words seemed as meaningless.She looked up at me through the pillow with those dark brown gazy eyes.And caressed my hand as if I wanted sympathy.I didnt want that.I wanted realization.And I didnt find that in her.Then through those luscious lips she muttered.
"Is everything ok,dear.I'm sure everything will be all right.You are the best.I love you more than anything in this world.It would be great if you sign on those papers.Things would be so different,you'll see"
"Do you love me for than you life?"
"Of course,I do,honey.
I reached for the top drawer with my right hand.A Smith&Wesson.
"Darling,you say that to every man,dont you."
She shocking looked at me with those brown eyes as I pointed the gun to her forehead.
All she heard was a loud click and the usual long defeaning silence.Then came the pain.No,I think she died fast.
I fuckin' shot her.I dressed up and left.

I'm Green.
I left.The doorknob too felt cold today.Everything suddenly darkened and vanished.And I started running.I saw a light up ahead and ran towards it.I thought of cheetahs running from poachers,gazelles from lions.I closed my eyes and ran.Then everything became clear.I stopped and looked up.It was pouring down heavily.Lights of the city and sirens of the cops behind me.I looked on my side.Rishi was there.With his cap and his peace-bag.His voice seemed heavy and gargled.
"Dude,why are you running?"
"I absolutely have no clue."
He said something else.I ignored him.And started running to a certain green light in a distance.I ran.And when I stopped.I ran some more.The light came upto me.And I hit those big fences right up on my face.The foggy light shone through the checkered steel.As the light cleared.I saw this entire mob.All the people I've known in life.All happy.All successful.I somehow developed an urge to hate them.And I did.I screamed heavily and tried to take the fence off my face.Some of them looked at me.The others continued being happy.I gave up.I felt the rain-water trickle down my cheek.And I fell.

I'm Yellow.
I fell.I heard voices.Voices of people.I saw the sun momentarily.The clouds blocked it.The grey ones.It seemed like a holocaust.I felt the lightlessness of the moment.The earth shook.The sky thundered.Suddenly,I plunged into an abyss of darkness.

It was all quiet when I opened my eyes.

PS:I had lots of second thoughts about posting something as corny as this.But I did it anyway.Ohh,and any shade of Pink reminds me of lesbians .Always.

2007-07-18T03:54:00.000-07:00

Do you hate people who speak?
I dont think anyone does.But I'll tellya what I hate.I hate people who speak bad english.Bad as in without the articles and with the all wrong missing tenses.There seems to be a whole big bunch of people like that existing in my life.
You can call me a bit snobby,but even an extra effort to speak english pays,rather than blabberring in some regional language in front of that non-regional person.But some people just dont learn.I have this weird idea of making money by selling private porn vidoes of these-people-I-know over the internet. :-D

Rishi took this picture with his 'BFG'.Normally, one might just not find it much appealing.But somehow I felt it stood out among all the ones he sent me.I find a strikingly perfect connection with the picture ,the moment I saw it.Its not what you think.If you think,I find the picture aggressive and ragged,you're wrong.In fact,I'm quite appalled by the tranquil serenity of it and the whole mellowness of it.

2007-07-16T03:13:00.000-07:00

I invented the Pegasus.There is this supposedly metrosexual magazine which showed a new type of crew hair-cut that has been called Pegasus.I invented the Pegasus,way back when people never even knew what WTF meant.This is so not fair.I finally invent something and now strangers are taking advantage of it.Oh well,well.I was anyway suited to do better things in life...like being famous,opening up casinos,having my own beer and wine company,cruising along the Mediterranean,get rich so I can tell other people to "fuck off",blah-blah-blah.

I had this dream last day.I rarely have nightmares.But whaiteevaa!.It was pretty strange to meet the Devil in my dream.He did not resemble the usual beast-looking,red-skinned,double horned and forked tail Devil.In fact,he looked as cool as God himself.All dressed up in an Armani suit,I believe,and as suave as Mr.Bond.When he put me into the trance of experiencing evilness,I distinctly remember asking him.
Me:How come you exist....
Him:What do you mean,I exist,I'm just a fucking dream!!
M:Oh bugger,I didnt mean that.I meant how come you exist in this world.
H:I exist in you.
M:Dont you fuckin try mindgames on me,ok!If you are trying to psyche me out or antagonize me,you are sure doing a lousy job.
H:Ok,you humans believe in God.Thats why I exist.
He filled up a syringe with some fluid.And he punched it into me.I didnt even feel a thing.All I saw were colours.Bright vivid dazzling colours.

Ok,so what I'm wierd,a bit abnormal,a big haraam-jada and a bigger 'ch*tiya'.I'm still cooler than most of the usual people.And I'm a great singer when I'm drunk.Now how many of the other guys can do that,huh...huh,huh,huh....!!!!

PS:Babyboy's snapped and is on the run.Be careful.

Lazy Lazy Lazeez!!!

2007-07-13T00:18:00.000-07:00

Everyone around me has been thinking a lot.You know those career thoughts.What to do,what not to do,where to fuck up,where not to.Those thoughts.I always...always go blank whenever someone brings up this topic.I let them talk,just occaisonally nodding my head,saying "hmmmmm" and "thats really great"...and then wait,wait till they pop up the question."What have you thought about your career?"
I normally go-hum.Then I start thinkin a lot.You know those thoughts.I have decided on pursuing an Management degree(MBA sounds too cheeky) ,not because I like it but really 'cause I really cant be a techie-scientific-geek.And being a politician is against my moral principles.

You know what.Management people,are the best form of unsmartness and stupidity.Maybe,I'll tune into business management someday.But thats someday,lets not talk about it.I mean,what exactly is management.Everyone knows management.As long as you know what your shit is and as long as you know how to handle it,hallelujiah!,u know management!!!Most of the Human Resource and other management people I meet,are either dumb or very bad in english(yes,that incidentally matters to me a lot) or very fat(I dont know the reason for that).Oh ya,and they also think they are the brightest people in the world with a shit load of attitude.But then these guys are just sorry fucks.Its like management people and real estate agents.Whatever they do,they are still retarded.And shit!,I'm gonna turn into them,like those humans who turn into zombies when other zombies bite their fingers off.Or was that the Werewolf.Whatever!Its like the those expensive savvy snazzy junk sets like the Apple iPhone.No matter how much expensive it is,you'll always find lots of stupid Indians buying it.Thats management.

This guy,Russell Peters,has got be the funniest stand up comedian in the world.But not if Jerry Seinfeld is more of a stand-up comedian rather than an actor.But whatever,this guy is funny and mocks every other culture in the world.
Anyway,I'm tired of blogging nowadays.Its the saturation period,just what happened with orkut and Yahoo Messenger.
And hopefully yaaaaay,I'm going back home in Pujas!!!...YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!!!!

2007-07-09T02:46:00.000-07:00

Some fuckin' boob stole my iPod!!!!!......
And for this,I'm angry.I'm not suicidal or psyched!!...I'm behaving like a perfect hypocrite but I'm just fuckin' pissed and mindfucked!!!!

Man,there's been too much happening.Outside and in Pune.People suddenly stop keeping in touch.Forget the old friends.People suddenly getting all successful in careers.
Ha,and the best part is how you try to control your emotions,fakingly smile being the happy-go -lucky,while the fury is burning inside.And now this iPod gets stolen.Great!Just what I wanted!
I really wonder why I havent written a happy post in days.I really wonder.
I desperately need a quiet trip.I'm just waiting for the sunny days to be back.With books,music and tranquility.
Thats all I need right now!

Aar sala,pet'o kharap.Calcutta'r fuchka kheye konodin pet kharap hoyeni.Ekhon joto shob panipuri,vada pao aar drain'er jol mix kore g*nd lege geche.Kobe je Pujo aashbe.Kobe je kolkata jaabo.Dhus sala.Chutiye khaabo.Fuchka,jhaal muri,paapri chaat,churmur,aloo kaabli,dhoyne-pataa-ghoogni-longka,egg roll,chicken chowmein,lal-deem'er daalna.I'll gorge on whatevaa shit I find in every other street.Long Live Calcutta Junk!!!

And no!I wont help you with the Live Earth shit.I really wanted to and I can.But now I'm being selfish and arrogant,'cause by the time humans can really save the Earth from global warming,I'll be long dead.

This is what defines a madman!!!

2007-07-06T06:26:00.000-07:00

I had heard this nursery rhyme about how boys liked lizard tails and girls like pink-dolls.Now everything's changed.Its just cars,bikes,sex,rock 'n roll,alcohol,drugs et al.Sometime back,I had asked this little girl about what she wanted to be when she grew up."I wanna be like daddy".Thats what she had replied then.
Her daddy,I believe,was a compulsive alcoholic,who used to beat up his wife when drunk,make love to her wildly when not,work as a manager in an MNC,used to blame every other empty beer bottle for his miseries and used to smoke marijuana to get rid of them.
What is actually striking is that I wake up every morning with the realization that my life is going nowhere and I might actually end up being "this daddy".Maybe things wouldnt be as bleak and dark as I think.I am turning a bit paranoid nowadays.As in like the proper madman you will see in the asylums.The one who dreams about stars turning into atom bombs and falling on the city.The one who thinks every other human is actually the reincarnation of Satan himself.The proper mad types.
I'll tellya.Everytime I go to office and the car in front of me takes a sharp turn,I pray for a car crash.Or the wanting to blow up an oil truck with a shotgun.Things causing mayhem,you know.So that people are no-more bothered about their designer suits,faded jeans,ipods,computers,expensive cars.Yes,and just be bothered about living.Living so as to enjoy every meal,every relationship,and the every moment of it.Its so materialistic now.I get these thoughts all the time.As if being in a different place and enjoying all the creative destruction around.
I was thinking of writing a fiction post for my blog.This is what I wrote.
"The rain was drizzling outside.The pitter-patter of the rain drops echoing through the hallway.She sat there reading the magazine about the latest designer styles Beyonce endorsed.The fire in the fireplace suddenly arose and turned into a Chinese fire dragon and gobbled her up....."
All I'm saying that people like me are dangerous men.You never know when people go into a mindless frenzy.It maybe someone you dont know or it may be someone who is very very close to you.After all,I'm still one who listens to Dylan and believes Notting Hill is the most romantic movie ever.
You can call me a psycho.But I'm just imaginative.
I'm Dr.Jekyll's Mr.Hyde.
I'm Jack's unnerving irate desire to turn into something evil.

PS:*Khub ekla laagche!!!!*

Three confused things.

2007-07-02T10:26:00.000-07:00

Yes is a guy.No is a female.A Bus-stand.

Yes(In Joey Style): Hi No,Whaaaat you doin'??
No:Are you talkin to me??
Yes:Yes,I am.I'm Yes..You are No,I suppose.We had met at But(t)'s party last week,remember. No(coldly):No!
Yes:I know,you are No.
No:No,I didnt mean that.I meant.N-O.No!
Yes:C'mon yo,now you are just playin' with words and names.
No:No,I'm not.I mean Yes,thats my name.And No,Im not playing.
Yes:See,you even know my name.
No:No,I don't.
Yes:But I just told you.And you just said it.
No(confused and angry):I mean.....I mean...yes,I did say it.But I didnt mean your name.
Yes:You always dont mean anything,do you?? Or is it that you are trying to act dumb??
No(pissed) :Dude,Why dont you stop pestering me?
Yes: I aint Dude,I'm Yes.Now you are acting as if you forget my name.No,I'm Yes.
No(mindfucked,pissed): No.Yes.No.Yes.No.Yes.WTF!!!!???!!! You either fuck off or I call the cops.
Yes:No.I mean yes.Ok,whatever!Cya.

I wonder sometimes if words have these funny little conversations among themselves.Like at night,they might just come out of the books and talk about the world like elves.I think every word has its own tale.A story of each letter.But,yes,words can sometimes be as stupid as humans.....!!!!!

Lets talk about Die Hard 4.0 before I talk about the other 'luv moviee'.Its awesome.Totally guy-movie.Its really been a looooong time since I saw a proper Hollywood action flick.Die Hard 4.0 definitely brought out the Arnie in Bruce Willis.Story nei,but fultu action.Full adrenaline pumping ,jukie and bullety action.
And yes,I troubled my ass this weekend to watch Himeshh...no,wait...HR(thats what he was called in the movie) in Aap Kaa Suroor.Two famous multiplexes in Pune were housefull throughout Sunday for Aap Kaa Suroor.Shit!I realyl dunno how I actually sat through the entire movie.Snapshots of the movie : The autowalla scene in some place in Germany,HR's motionless face throughout the movie and the hilariously-Himesh-monkey-face during those sudden emotion bursts,Hansika's bad...no!..super bad acting,Himesh pointing to his nose and saying "God knows (nose!!!!) ".... the fuckall-giri in the movie is unending.Bottomline,the movie has everything to become an Indian blockbuster...bad direction,no story,gay-ish villains,an actress with a mouse-voice,Mallika Sherawat's skin and definitely Himesh and his songs.

I've become this stalker.There's this lady in my office,she's beautiful...well,ya.I sometimes go out and follow her wherever she goes and watch her movements.Its out of nothing.Dont mistake me for those sexual predators or those psycho-serial-rapist-killer.I'm not those.I just like to follow unknown people and see what they are upto.Its frikking wierd,I know.I'm just another Dexter.
Shit!I'm clean.I swear. :-)

2007-06-28T08:43:00.000-07:00

One man to second man: I'm thinking of giving up blogging.
Second man to the one man:But where will your readers go when they need to hear somebody whine about how unfair life is?

I took this one up from one of Hugh McLeod's Blog cartoons.
Ok.I am the 'one man'.I am Psycho The WonderKid.I do keep writing about my daily woes and how I constantly crib and whine about my life.I wonder sometimes if we write blogs to show others how miserable and pathetic we are.And of course take a definite pride in being so.And then pry into others and read personal life blogpost incidents.Maybe some even practice voyeurism.Its all a relative thing.But the entire idea of a blog,I believe, is about the freedom of it.I mean no one can really charge you of criticizing or plagiarism,being imaginative or even cryptomnesia.
Yes,I did start up blogging just for-the-heck-of-it.Actually,I started blogging because a certain someone had once asked me to take it up.No,wait.I started to let out the emotions and dark feelings.I really dont know why I took up this writinn blogs.I did want others to read about what life had taught me.And what it didnt.Mainly,it was the didnt part.I never really learn much.Its like one of those things you get to see on the Saturday late night shows.You get to learn about a new thing and forget it as soon as you .......forget it.Its like an ex-convict never learns about domestic beating.That kind of learning.
I was 30-minute interviewed by some of my senior collegues about how much I should learn and in turn,self-improve by changing habits and being innovative.Innovative,I am.But changing,thats not really happening.Yes,so self-improvement is what most of the people lay stress on.Self-improvement is not rocket-science or a brain-rape.Well,it is a kind of rape.But self-improvement is self-improvement.Thats what everyone does.Trying to get better.And better.And better.Till they eventually think that being better is not really worth it.So lets die.
Its what each one of us do.In our mundane jobs,at house,academics,sports,financially.
I never did understand this term.I mean why improve when that improvement is actually not an improvement.You take the bloody pains of getting to that next level.And when you reach that level,you feel thats you've been stupid about going to that level and that you should have targeted higher.And this goes on and on.
Its just a type of mental masturbation.You realize its futile,but no does really thinks that.Why cant we just stay the same and then let improvement ( or whatever!!) happen to us normally.Hehe! There I go whining again.
Its all a brain-rape sitatuion,aint it.Just like this post.

Who's stupid!!!!

2007-06-25T07:24:00.000-07:00

Everyone says I'm stupid.In a way,well ye,I'm a bit stupid.Especially after these.

At some private party,some time back.....Rohit,Me and Koli.Yes,I'm a bit drunk.
Rohit :Man,I heard that Shireen's aunt's cousin sister has passed away.....
Koli:Ohh!!Shit!.Shireen's aunt's who???!!
Me:Long live !The Queen is dead!!!
Shireen walks in.......................................
Me:Long Live ! She's dead!!!.....yaaay-yaaay-yaaay!!!...The Queen is dead...!!!!
Shireen:Who's dead???
Me:Zed's dead,baby,Zed's dead!!!!

At some CCD in South Calcutta........
Rahul:Hey Amit,wassup....
By the way Amit,This is Debanuj.
Me: Hi,dude.
Amit:Hi,man.
Rahul:So as Rishab was telling me about the whole deal,Amit had called up in between.....
Me:Now who the fuck is Amit???
*Everyone looks at me*

In Koregaon Park,while I was getting the tatoo done.
Me:Omigosh!!!..Its hurting!!..God,help me!!!!! Owwwww!!Its hurting.
*Everyone looking at me*
Sabby:I havent touched the needle yet!!!!
Me:Ohh!

Every year!
Summer.Me(sweating) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the heat!!!
Monsoons.Me(drenched) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the muddy rain!!!
Autumn.Me(trying to act sick) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the ..ummm....wind!!!
Winter.Me(freezing) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the cold!!!

All round the clock.Me: Why,God,why???????

Me,badly drunk,with a chocolate bar.College.About to propose to an unknown girl,three years junior.Rishi smirking ...ten yards away.
Girl incidentally called Jaita Ray.
Me:Hai,I'm Daevaanooj.Shee,Ai've found you pretty shweeet and allll.And I have shum speshaaal feelingsh phor you.
Jaita:Thats ok,*bhaiya* (Ka-ching!!!!).Actually I have a boyfriend,and I'm very serious about it.
Me:Ohh!.Thats ok,you have a great day.Bubye.
She leaves.
I eat the chocolate.Rishi joins in.

Shit!!I am the wierdly stupid one.!!!

2007-06-21T06:31:00.001-07:00

You know those old songs which you hear after a long-long time and then fall in love with it.
I've,suddenly,fallen in love with the Dylan song,Tangled up in Blue.I keep listening to it and then singing it out,until someone just asks me to stop.
Damn!I was never meant to be a bathroom singer!!!!
And defnitely I gotta go and shamelessly see this new Rajnikanth movie,Shivaji and see what the fuss is all about!!!!

2007-06-20T05:31:00.000-07:00

I mean whats with this caste and the religion.Lets start with religion.And by religion Im generally indicating to the extremist part of it.I'm pointing out to what I saw on the News today and what I read in Aniruddh Bhattacharya(CNN-IBN journalist) blog.Yes,Mr. Rushdie being knighhood-ed.I like it as Sir Rushdie too.I sometimes think all this fuss about religion is just an excuse for the actions of humanity.And then mixing culture and religion.I like culture.Its the religion part I aint sure about.Its a free world isnt it.How can works of art and literature,and sometimes sports collide with this vast domain called religion.This is absolutely blasphemous,slanderous and irrational.I know its the fury of the human emotions.But are emotions so intense,so as to challenge the very talents of an individual??? Rushdie,Hussain,the Danish cartoons ecetra ecetra.Is art really becoming a channel for staging religious sentiments??
I'm very very biased on any sensitive religious issue.Thats because I'm a wee bit open minded about religion.Maybe,I shouldnt really give a shit.
And then the caste.This is a bit more personal.Im mainly talking about relationships.
Everyone around me seems to have this caste problem in their families whenever it comes to 'love' relationships.Ive seen it mainly with the Southies,but I guess its there in Bengali families too.Someone aint allowed to date cause the other is from a different caste and shit.I mean someone should shove up some fucken sense into these 'casties'.I'm glad my parents are pretty open about this.But it sometimes gets on the nerves to see people around me actually bothered by such issues in life.Take this from a Brahmin who eats beef.Caste....hmpfh....bullshit!!!

Yes,faithless convictions,thats what!!!

2007-06-14T10:05:00.000-07:00

I got myself drenched in the rains after ages.I mean proper turbulent torrential rains.Not the drizzles or the cloudbursts.Proper rains.Whoever said,"You'll catch a cold".Whatever.Its not just the getting wet part and the whole enjoyment of it.Its not about getting drenched on the bikes or on the roof or the streets.Its the whole feeling of enjoying that chilly wind and the force of the rain droplets on your face.Yes,the whole feeling of being free.Of washing away all those woes,sorrow,anger and whatever you people call them.The excitement of something new happening to our life.And then smile at that forgotten feeling about being special.Yes,that feeling.

Terrance Hill and Bud Spencer.Yes,the famous Italian pair.I remember them.I idolized being Hill.Beating up the bad guys with a Malboro and that funny-looking hat.And then end up with a fist fight with Bud at sunset.Funny.That was a darn long time ago.Now my life's more like Prof Solanka in this Salman Rushdie book,Fury.I wish I could write as subtly and delicately as him.Hmm,lesse...I wanna read The Rum Diaries,the next.And hopefully complete "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" soon.And hence I'd never get to read Shantaraam,before Mira Nair and Johnny Depp releases it.Or maybe I should stop reading at all from now on,stop listening to King Creole,stop watching football and also stop drinking beer.Yes,ignorance and sleep would be bliss then.Maybe its just the diversity in me.Or the taste.Its cliched.But it all comes with the maybe.You can add all the sacrasm and skepticism.Then all the choices,decisions to make.Include the taxes.The income tax mainly,which is probably used for sleazy government activities.Sometimes exhibit passion,vehemence in the streets or sometimes at home.And defintely there are all those fucks and the non-fucks.Or be a cult fashion or youth figure like Che and be dummily incenerated by those still-existing KKK followers.Yes,those darn dumb fucks.DDF.
So where was I?
Yes,so.Its like sugarcane juice.Extra sweet.No,the bittery-sweet.Maybe a Cachaca-sweet.The one which gives you pleasure.And puts you to bed after the fourth.At fifth,I should just go about with my own life and stop worrying about others.Others,no.Everyone,rather.Life( as they call it,who????) might get a wee-bit meaningful,then.
Yes,see.The little figments of imagination.The ones that make you happily lost.Just like this.Not the last one.But yes,this.This.

I'm Twittering too much nowadays.Its a stupid fucky little public scrappy thing.Its really very very stupid.Its not Orkut.Or hi5.Or Facebook and Bingbox.This a global community of friends and strangers answering one simple question: What are you doing? As in me.And you.And the global community.Notched it up from one of Hugh McLeod's post.You guys shouldnt do it.Its silly.I just do it to make myself just heard by someone.So that I dont even get to hear what that-someone even has to say about me.This,as usual,doesnt make any sense.

And thanks,Angshu,I really owe you one.I loved it.Saw it.The incidents were stupid.And so was picture.But then again.It was great.Awesome,actually.

This post is really really special to me for unknown silly confessions.Yes,silly,but confessions.

2007-06-12T05:53:00.000-07:00

Bad writing,bad writing!
This is what I tell myself,everytime I write a post.Then I keep looking at the few alphabets I've typed down in my laptop or the office PC.Keep looking at it again.Till blogger.com autosaves it as a draft.Maybe even pondering over the thought of registering myself in Shaadi.com.
I light up once,drink some coffee,stare at the ceiling.At the dusty fan blades.Or maybe at the bright lights in the office.
People just pass by staring and wondering sorts.
"He never works,and yet he gets the prize.Bastard!"
"Ha,the funny little shit is upto his pranks again."
"Should I just peep into his computer and see what he's doing?"
"Look at him,if only I could work half as much as him.He's a personified workaholic"
"Kya baat hai,Debu mereko dekh'ke itna haas kyon raha hai???
"Denge Ra !!!!" (Means "Fuck you,man" in Telegu)
"Hi......................................**sigh**!!!"

The boss comes,I uncomfortably minimize the Blogger window.Look at him with those fake eyes while all he asks me are some meaningless numbers.Damn!Sometimes those dreamy eyes don't help either.I 'restore' the window back.Suddenly realize how Microsoft and Bill Gates have made our lives easier.Maybe.And then think about the bad writing all over again.Ok,lets start over.

You know those times when you listen to a song.You cant get enough of it.So u keep playing it in your mind all the time.Banana Pancakes and Under the Tracks.I'm playing too much of it.Maybe lets Wiki this.No,no bad writing again.

All that lies beneath,all that I can see.Its too dark a world.Too bleak a fate.So at the end of it all,everything still remains a mystery.Unsolved by the sands of time.Or by the winds of change...........................................
*Think more -think more!!! This is definitely good writing,you are getting there*

2007-06-11T06:07:00.000-07:00

Ocean's 13 makes me wanna go to Las vegas. And be a part of Danny's crew.Wear those Armani suits.And gamble.I loved the dice method.Good.Too good.Damn!

And I won the Performer of the Month prize in my project....
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

:)

Whats in a city name,anyway!!!

2007-06-08T12:07:00.000-07:00

Delhi is a darn lucky city.Its our esteemed capital and even Hollywood likes it.It has not succumbed to the fate of getting its name changed either. Delhi is still the same old Delhi.Not Dilli or Deli or Dwelli or Dooglii.
Ive finally found out the reason why city names in India are changed so frequently.They say it cuz they wanna make it sound very Indian-ish and regional-ish.Last day I was watching this in some news channel,where a handful of this certain people are still protesting against the name "Bengaleru".Doesnt help,does it??

Ok,I'll start with my own homecity,Calcutta.I still do prefer to call it Calcutta.And not Kolkata.But officially im compelled to use the latter.Ok.This is totally according to my analysis
of the whole city-name-change syndrome in Indian politics.The name Calcutta was often mocked by certain Indians as "kalla-kutta",considering the large population of stray dogs,mainly black,living in the city.It was one of those days when the CM..or Governor...or maybe the PM...was startled by the report of the Stray-Dogs department of Calcutta on how our city name resembled the kala-kuttas and how insulting it was to the 'black dogs'.(I'm not talking about the famous scotch brand)The eminent leaders were consulted...along with all the literary big-shots,the artists,the filmstars...the local people,of course,were ignored.They passed the Bills,the Acts,the Affidafits...and all the other documents.Yes,Kolkata,City of Joy.

I like the story of Mumbai.The name-change drive was basically to ward of terrorists and D-gang members.You see,Bombay was the target of certain terrorist activity all throughout the 90's.So the Al-qaida,Osama,the henious Mohammeds and Ahmeds saw Bombay as "Bomb-Aye".It was an invitation.So they went around merrily bombing the entire city with whatever they can.As usual,they never gave a shit to our Aamchi-Mumbai public.The police force didnt help.The Army was busy in Kashmir.So the Government came out with the perfect solution.Change the name.No Bomb-word to be included in the city name.Mumbai,yes,the junta likes that.The public were happy.The terrorists were pissed off.So they bombed around a bit more.Damn.

Chennai was next.See,all this time when the country was thinking about black dogs and terrorists bombing,the city didnt get much attention.Madras was trying all the best to stay clean,ensure a proper city life for all its non-hindi speaking people.They were happy with their own little city,beaches and Rajnikanth.But they still didnt get attention.Veerapaan tried to get them some,but it didnt help much.I dont remember who it was.Jayalalitha or Karunnanidhi? If u break it up...Madras,becomes "Mad-ras"cals.This was good enough for them to change the name.Chennai.Everyone was happy.Rajnikanth celebrated by doing some Tamil item numbers with his stunts.But they still suffer from the complex that they aint getting an attention.Shit.

Bengaleru was more incident based.Bang-a-lore.The IT hub and the asia's pub capital had more people banging each other wherever they could.On the streets.In the pubs.Inside offices.In cars.Under lamposts.Everywhere.People became too much horny.Cases of rape and eve-teasing increased.When the people were done with,they started raping dogs.Of ccourse,not many in the democracy liked it.They tried Bengore.Blore.Bangy,naaah!Ye ye,I still have no clue why they kept the name as Bengaleru.Maybe its for the firangs.Maybe they get turned on.

I wonder why Chandigarh's name still remains same.Chandigarh literally means to have the "moon in ur ass" when transalated to hindi.The religious clerics are still cool with that.And so is the CBI.Or why Luck-now or Luck-no is still Lucknow inspite of Lady Luck real hard to make out there.
And then Hyderabad.Oh wtf!Their name hasnt changed.Fucken Hyderabadis!Scratch-scratch!

Some things in this world are strange.Most people are strangers.But then people do seem strangers when you are strange yourself.I sometimes think whether governemnts do not have any other work other than changing names of cities.Would that really help in our social ..caste....religious problems.They talk about harmony when all they really do is create a furore about which name actually suits our cities.Ha!

Ok,I have no clue why i wrote this post.This is as meaningless as my job itself.This is too amateurish and too worthless.And its my secret way of requesting the goverment to focus more on the people.

Damn ..its her!!!!

2007-06-05T13:26:00.001-07:00

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

Why did I ever have that dream? I cant get over her.I cant.I just fucking cant.I kept thinking about her the whole day.And then realized that she's soooo not for me.But I still cant stop thinking of her.And its all so fucking sudden.Her????!! Of all people??!!!Mossad tried to talk me outta it.With the off-the record chat.But sorry,matey,I keep thinking of her! Even coffee didnt help.I had loads of it.Tried some decafe too.Just to forget the thought of me being 'with' her.But its just that she's been so awefully sweet to me.Coincidentally,whenever I was down.But how can I even imagine me with her.Then thinking of all the things that has happened with her during the past few years.Yes,this is so damn wierd.And Im trying to avoid anything or anyone who closely resembles her.This could turn up into one of the worst friendship disasters in my life.
Dude,it aint happening.Trust me,for your sake,it aint gonna happen.

Why cant I have these dreams with Subarna or Priya???!!!

Ohh and nevermind the video...it a stupid spoof of the Pirates,johhny depp and knightley!!!

2007-06-04T05:56:00.000-07:00

Some brief scribbled random notes........

The Carnival was awesome.Its probably the best hippie bar in Pune.

Omkar,Amrita.Thanks.I had the best bengali food in days.Motton,Kosha Mangsho,Aloo-Poshto,Fish chop,Paabda Maach,Dal-Maamlet.

I hate the new haircut of mine.I should have stuck to my idea of shaving it all off.But now it looks really weird.I also hate the shirt I wore to office today.But I hate my haircut more.

They didnt give me 3.7 grands from my salary.Jherechi.Udom jherechi.The bastards.

I'm logging into orkut,properly,after ages.Actually pretty good.I deleted my entire album.I'm thinking of when to login again properly and delete my entire scrapbook.And then of course my profile.Too much saturated.

A cabbie talked me into having second thoughts about my religious faith.He gave me an entire 15 kilometer session on how God is important to my life.I made the mistake of telling him on how I didnt have much faith in Him.And I was the slight socially drunk then.

Why don't I ever take the bus through the University road.Damn!!!

Yes,Sap and Angshu's call made me a bit nostalgic.I miss good ol' Silver Sands.Or Oly.Dansberg beer.And the beef-steaks.

And Peter Cat.Sigh!!!

Most of the people around me like to live in their little boxes of their own.Like believing that whatever they do is correct,not exploring other avenues,not talking risks or beleiving in thinking different.They follow the mob.They never change their views.I just feel sorry.

I have my foreign collegues telling me how beautiful Taj Mahal is.I should go to sleep.

Go to sleep.go to sleep.G o t o s l e e p ! GO TO SLEEP. gO tO sLEEP.Go2Slp.Goo-too-slip.peels ot og.

Now go!

You Savvy???!!!!

2007-06-03T08:04:00.000-07:00

Ok.

Dont trust the reviews.Never.If they said,its not thrilling,they were wrong.Absolutely.If they said,it didnt live up to the expectations,they were wrong.If they said,its too much complicated and melodramatic,they were wrong.If they said,Capt'n Jack Sparrow had a cameo role,then they were definitely wrong.

In my words.Its was amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing!A complete knock-out thrilling ride on the high seas,through the whirlpool and then to the world's end.Jack stole the show.Amazingly superb effects.Full show.Loved it.Relived it.

Yes,it was a bit too stretched.But,who gives a fuck to that,matey!

And they all did this without a single drop of rum.Now aye,Why's my rum gone???

2007-06-02T06:19:00.000-07:00

"Deb,you've changed"
Someone told me that over the phone today afternoon.I'm not the same ol' crazy Deb.I'm the serious matured fuck-up Debanuj.The one who seems to give a fuck to the world around him.I had no reply for what I was hearing.To think of it,yes I have.For some,like my mom,I'll still be Tutai,the kid.For some,like Roy,i'll still the be mysterious chodna Nunku.But for the most others,I'll be the changed one.Maybe not.I really have no clue on how this change works.Time flies.Ye,it always does.It seemed just a few days back,one of my favourite cousins had joined high school.He's almost finishing college now.
And there was that whole myriad of things I went through.Jojo my dog,dadu,my plastic rings,the tunes of childhood,then the school-frolic,the college ego and the as usual corporate whore.I keep looking back sometimes. Especially on Friday nites on the terrace with beer and smokes.
Childhood was the usual one.Playing with He-mans and Gi-joes in a perfect traditional Bengali house was a bit wierd.But then I also did have a stint with the tri-cycles and with squishing orange peels into everyone's eyes.Then came the ranna-bati games and the football.And of course TV and VCR's and lotsa bengali movies.
Bosco reminds me a lot.Bosco gave me the perfect school life.Bawaali,the schoolboy desperation,the stupid classroom fun,mathematics,literature,geography,lots of football again and definitely cricket.Sometimes Delhi.Its probably just sad the terms mean nothing to me anymore.I guess it was just a start.The start was Bosco.
I really cant phrase what college really means to me.I mean I cant say it sucked or it was totally awesome( like KKHH,lol).But if there's one thing I'm nostalgic about the most in my life,its college.I have no reasons.Probably it was the hostel.Or the winters and the rains.And probably everyday we had something new to do.Even it was sleeping or eating or doping or drinking or the trips or even studying during the semester exams were fun.The independence was good.And so was the dependence.Sikkim.
Job life sucks fullstop The short life at Mysore was really the shorgo-dorshon before kicking me to hell.I loved Mysore then.Even the waking up was luxurious.King's life.
Now I have this routined life.Yes,weekends are seriously fun.I'm not complaining about Pune or Bombay.Pune is my-kinda town.But I cant seem to relive the dream of going to the bar to drink a beer everyday after work.Bottomline.Job life sucks.They make me work at night.Dont pay me proper salary.I drink coffee.Make me work like a bitch.And I listen like a bitch.

This post aint as insignificant.
Damn!There I go again.Go fuck off.And they say I've changed.Now gimme that Jack Daniels!
Cya people.Have a great weekend.And Tinky,happy budday again girl!!!!