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.

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.

"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!!!!

The way the cookie crumbled!!

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

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

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

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

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