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!!!!

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....

Yes,faithless convictions,thats what!!!

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.

Whats in a city name,anyway!!!

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.

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!

"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!!!!

" You have Noodles and coke with chocolate cookies!!!HAHAHA!! You are a Funny Little Man!!", he told me.


*Motherfucker!!!!*

Ideas and thoughts but no answers!

Its just one of those unusual Saturdays when you dont wanna spend the night drinking beer and swaying to music.This week.Chowki-Dani *check*.Its not just another barren land transformed into a cultural commercial festive abode like Delhi Haat or Swabhoomi.This is defintely DE place if you wanna experience the ethnicity of a Rajasthani hamlet.Body-massage by the fat-mouch'ed pehelwaans.A manual giant wheel.A puppet show.Teer-Dhonuk.Darts.Camels,horses and carts.A Big dong-a-ling with a giant hammer.Mehendi shops.Jotishees and palmists.Pottery art,where you can make your own stuff*I tried making a distorted chillum*.Refreshing Ganne-juice.Rajasthani folklore* I tried dancing*.Crimson doll shops. And of course the ethnic cuisine.
I saw the colours,the tunes,the people,the food.A total cultural harmony.Felt good,for a change.

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I mean why does it always have to happen with me??
*Now bear with me,you've probably heard me saying this a zillion times,but for time's sake,again....*
Love,crush,infatuation,moments.
Why was I chosen to fall for cute girls and not for hot ones?
I'm falling for every other cute,short,plump,straight-hairdo'd girl on the planet...errr...office.
Whenever I see one of those kinds *ahem!* Dil mein..Ektu thump-thump kore.
Ohh yes,I'm watching the DeathNote anime series now.I like it too.Maybe its cuz I'm done with the entire Prison Break series,Friends,Joey,Seinfeld.And I hate Lost.And I hafta gotta catch up with Heroes too.

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I saw "Flags of our Fathers".Another WW-II movie.But Eastwood,not Bruckheimer or Spielberg.Kintu ektu touched holam,cuz of the way it was shown.We never do remember the soldiers after the war.The brutality.The mental pain.They go through.This might not concern many.But I did know someone who died after the Kargil war.And also the fact that I wanted to join the army after my schooling.We salute them.Cheer them up.Vote on whether to go on war.Forget them.Abuse the defense policy of our country.Maybe its time we thought about them,their families.....after the shameless ordeal they go through.

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Ok,now for the second thought.I think I'm getting better at the psychic thing.I mean reading other's thoughts.My skills of deduction have improved.Rishi'ke koto baar murgi korechi!!..I'm turning into being the best.Maybe I should open a Private Investigation Firm.

*Thinking really hard and staring into the space just above the computer screen but...*

Yes,this would ultimately question me about what-the-fuck am I doing in a Company full of nerds and biaaatches and corporate whores and blah-blah-blah!

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ohh...aye! The pirate song for ye ignorant creatures!

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"

Excitement again!!! *Wriggling my fingers and eyes steamily glowing*

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And I'm suddenly missing Jadavpur and Park Street a lauhoooot!!!

Ok,We can all get funnily lost now!

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ohh PS: *Orkut presents *Today's fortune:

"Good news will be brought to you by mail."

Yaay-yaay!!..It did!!!

:)