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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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!!!

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.