Eternal love...

This poem was penned back in class XII(well now i'm on the verge of completing my masters)when I's hit by the love-bug. It still remains my favourite poem...

As I lay on this cold chilly night,
I think of the days passed by,
And of memories, buried in my mind.
The words of love then spoken,
And,words of love still unheard.
It all reminds me of YOU,
You-perhaps the only person I loved or cared....

The room is all dark.
The lamps have been blown out,
But around the corner-
The burning splinters of wood in the fireplace-
Chasing of darkness,still glows bright.
Somewhere deep within,it reflects-
The state of my mind-In this darkened,dull life of mine,
You are my only hope,a ray of light...

On this silent night, I shed a tear,
Silently wishing you to be near.
To feel your warmth by my side,
To hug me tight when i'm blue,
To kiss my lips with such tender love-
That my heart beats only and only for you.
To caress me with all affection,
That makes me forget the world around,
We'll be making love all night through,
Creating our own world of love, just me and you....

I think of these,and turn to reality,
when I'm all alone bereft of you,
My heart cries and yearns only for you.
I'm missing you a lot honey,
And dying to see those wide, black eyes,gleaming-
With all love, care and affection
To be bestowed only on me.

Time may drift us far apart,
But we'll be together again,
'Coz out two li'l hearts beat as one.
Together we have treaded many a thorns,
And still we travel hand in hand.
We know what we are destined to be-
To be TOGETHER FOREVER and EVER...till ETERNITY....

Esplanade on a sunny afternoon...

The Ten Day You Challenge: Post 10 One Picture

Finally i arrived at the end of the challenge. It took me around a month to complete this challenge. Doubt if someone has taken so long to complete this challenge. :(:(:(
Here goes out a pic of mine....

The Ten Day You Challenge: Post 9 Two Songs

Listing my two most favourite songs out of numerous songs seems to be a very tedious task since the list is quite large. But the two songs which immediately came to mind are the ones listed down.
1. Leaving On a Jet Plane by John Denver

Its a lovely romantic song, and I particularly find it to be Denver's best(most would vouch for Annie's Song).
"So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me'
Hold me like you'll never let me go... "

2. Coming Back To Life by Pink Floyd

An awesome song by Pink Floyd. I am simply in love with this song. An it has got awelome lyrics too. The guitar is simply rocking. The beginning is the most touching part.
"Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun."

The Ten Day You Challenge: Post 8 Three Films

Sorry friends i's getting lazy at it so couldn't write out for the last few days on The Ten Day You Challenge. I managed time for everything else but writing out my next post seemed to be such a tedious task. :(:(
Anyways finally i realized I needed to complete this challenge. Here goes out my eighth post on my three favourite movies.



1. If Only

It is a very ordinary story, nothing very much special about it. But you are bound to fall in love with this movie the way it unfolds itself. It conveys a very simple message- Don't take your partner for granted. Show her all the love. Life's too short to live, so why waste it in grievances. Don't be too late in expressing all your love to your loved one. You got to make her feel special. If you are a lover of romantic movies, this one is a must watch.

2. The Boy in Striped Pyjamas


An army officer and his family moves to Berlin as he is Promoted to Commandent of a Nazi Concentration Camp. Bruno, his son is confined to the new house, and all the while he keeps missing his old house, his grandparents, his best friends. And moreover he is lonely, has got no one to play with and his mom restricts him from exploring the nearby areas by his mother. One day while looking out of his window he sees a small area occupied with people wearing striped pyjamas and bald heads or striped hats. He concludes that place to be a farm (but its actually Auschwitz) and asks his mom if he could play with the children of the "farm". His mother strictly restricts him to do so. But the curious child somehow escapes one one day and goes up to the farm. There he befriends a Jewish kid. The movie beautifully potrays the childish bonding and friendship between the two kids of two opposite camps in the times of Holocaust. This is one movie which would bring tears to your eyes.

3. October Sky

It is the story of a boy of fulfilling his dreams with nothing but sheer determination. He is the inhabitant of a place(read coalfields) where the coal mine is the only means of living. Every boy grows up knowing someday he too would be a miner. When this boy and his friends watched Russia launch Sputnik, they decided to make a rocket of their own, inspite of numerous difficulties. The story shows how they are finally successful in making a rocket which gets them the 1st prize in the National Science Fair. Its a beautiful story.

She wasn't the same again....

She wasn’t the same again,
Her life was all different now,
She was alone once again.
After her love, yet again, left.
She didn’t care how she looked,
Or do things she needed to,
Loneliness seemed to accompany her all the time,
And she kept forgetting things she shouldn’t,
Alone she was, but all the more vulnerable,
And all the time, she thought of the past, and wept.
They had been in love,
Truly madly, deeply.
But somehow,sometime later they fell apart,
Yet fate made them meet again,
And their love grew with the times
And when things were as good as they could be,
He left her all alone once again…
She wasn’t the same again,
Her life was all different now,
After he passed away in an accident….

This piece was a random thought.

Within the silence lies a many words unsaid,
In the blankness lies many a things unfazed,
In the run many of us are still unmoved,
In the journey of life lie myriad meanings untold.....

Lonely smiles and lonely tears
Over all these years,
Vying to survive alone.
Ebbing away emotions,
Holds me there.
Unmoved I may seem,
Reality, though,is very different.
Trying to escape solitude,
Serendipity of company is what I seek.

Beneath the Smiles

This is a Guest Post by Sandip Acharyya who blogs under the title " The Blogging Experience". Here goes out the post.

In last one year,
I learned to operate 3 critical machines scanner, printer, Xerox
I learned to use 3 high end softwares, Microsoft word, excel, power point.

I learned to staple, to punch…n to file….
I learned to use 3 great shot cuts…Ctrl+c….Ctrl+v…..Ctlr+s……

I learned to say three very imp words for professional life, yes sir, OK sir, i’ll just do that sir.
I learned to wake up early….to sleep late…n continue to work ….when I really wanted a quite sleep….

I learned to face Monday…to fight for 5 days…to wait for Sunday.…
I learned to give reasons to family frnds and relatives for not making phn calls, msg…n mails….

I learned to celebrate B'day...new year....n win of Indian cricket team...far away from loved ones..
In last one year….ppl say you learned…..u earned….u enjoyed….

But when I compare me with my self…I just sustained…..I just tolerated…..i just survived… for bucks
Few more than required to live…. that I never demanded. I never dreamed….
For convenience of family…to avoid blame of society…..to get tag of employment…..I survived.

I learned to rejoice…to be happy….n to smile…..when I already knew that I have got the wrong train.
I learned that life and dreams can never meet ….because when they meet both will loose their meaning.
In last one year….I think I learned to live…


Waiting for ur comments at www.sandip-acharyya.blogspot.com(the title provides a link to my blog).

The 10 Day You Challenge : Post 7 Four Books

Well,this is my seventh post on The ten day you challenge. Finally the challenge is nearing its end. This ppost is going to be about my favourite books.I have a great love for books since childhood, but if i am to list just four of them it becomes pretty tough coz my fav list includes many of them. Still I'm trying to put down some of the best books i've read.

Here goes out my list:

1.Rebecca
-Daphne du Maurier
When I came across this book for the first time, i never realized that the old,battered book would remain etched in my heart forever. The book belonged to my friend's mom and it was pretty old. At that point I's voraciously reading all Sidney Sheldon and John Grisham novels, but just thought to read this book for a change. And once I started reading it, I didn't pause before I completed. I never came across a book where the male protagonist is a place(Manderley),the female protagonist is a dead woman and some unnamed charecter does all the narration. The expressions of a distressed woman who's tormented by the shadows of her husband's dead wife is just wonderful. But the best part of the story is the twist in it, something that's quite enexpected. I won't reveal any more about the story. If you love fictions, just dig for this book.

2.Memoirs of a Giesha
- Arthur Golden
It is the story of a giesha, working in Japan, before and after World war II. The girl speaks about her childhood, how she was sold away at the age of nine to an okiya(a giesha boardiing house) and from there the story is all about how her life turns out to be, How did she become a giesha, How was her life pre- and post World War II. Its a beautifully described story of a girl,her miseries, her journey from childhood to womanhood, Her struggle for existence, all about her life. I'm sure you would surely enjoy reading this story.

3.Shantaram- Gregory David Roberts
Gregory Roberts wrote this book while he was at prison, and amazingly, he had to write this book three times after prison guards trashed the first two versions. The story gives us an insight about the author's life. Its the story of an armed robber and heroin addict who escapes from a prison in Australia and comes to India. He settled down in the then Bombay, and starts living in a slum. As the back of the book says, "He established a free health clinic and also joined the mafia,working as a money launderer, forger and street soldier. He found time to learn hindi and Marathi, fall in love, and spend time over in an Indian Jail. Then in case anyone thought he was slacking, he acted in bollywood and fought with the Mujahedeen in Afghanistan....". And what i love the most about this book is the way it is written. And revisiting India through the eyes of a foreigner makes it an even more interesting read. The author has a classic choice of words and his expressions are beautiful.

4.The Hungry Tide- Amitava Ghosh
The story is set in the Sunderbans. It is the story about Piyali Roy, a young biologist from America who comes to sunderbans in search of a rare species of Irawaddy dolphins. Here accidentally, she meets Fokir, an illiterate fisherman, who turns out to be her life savior. As we go deeper into the story we find the subtle brewing of an unspoken relationship between Piya and Fokir, and both of them are powerfully drawn to each other. This story gives us a deep insight of the Sunderbans, its vengeful beauty, the plight of the settlers there and the political turmoils it faced. A beautiful amalgamation of political and personal insights, lovely read it is.

The 10 Day You Challenge : Post 6 Five Foods

The sixth post is going to be on five of my favourite foods. This one is going to be easy coz I'm not much of a foodie and the list is really short.



1. Fish : I'm a true bengali to the core wen it comes to fish. I simply love fish, in all forms. Hilsa, Prawn and Pomphret are my personal favourites. I like it spicy, I like it baked, and I like it cooked with lots of mustard and oil.
2. Sweets : Again like any other typical bong, i love sweets. Be it Roshogolla or Rosho Malai, i just gorge on them without even bothering for the extra calories gained.
3. Momos : Another of my favourite. I love the red spicy tangy sauce and the clear soup. And its easy on pocket too.
4. Chowmein : Be it the gravy or the hakka chowmein I love gorging on this Chinese dish.
5. Mushrooms : I love mushrooms in any form, be it pakoras, soup, or just as an ingredieent in any dish.

The 10 Day You Challenge : Post 5 Six Places

Today's post is about six of my favourite places. Well I have to think hard on this. Lets see how i end up..

Here goes out my list:
1. Home: "Mamma says home is where the heart is...." Home sweet home, nothing is sweeter than home and this holds absolutely true for me.
2. LBC Hostel: LBC hostel has been a second home to me. I have been there for three years and they have been the three most glorious years of my life. This place holds a very special place in my heart. LBC hostel gifted me with the best of friends whom I will cherish throughout my life. May be it hasnt got that flashy looks but still its something of a very special place for me.
3. Kolkata : It may really sound weird but I'm really in love with this place. Wherever I may be, but my heart pines for Kolkata.
4. Andaman and Nicobar Islands : This is one of the most awesome place I have visited. Be it the Baratang caves, or Havlock Islands or the Ross Islands, They speak volumes for themselves. And the journey through the jungle for the Baratang caves is itself very adventurous. If you love Sea this place is a must for you.
5. Vizag : Another wonderful place I have heard of is Vizag. This place has a beautiful amalgamation of the mountains and seas. Araku Valley, Borra Caves, Ramakrishna Beach are some of the places worth visiting. There are many other places which deserve a mention but i'll put them down after I visit this place which i'll be going soon.
6. Kerala : This is another place which i would love to visit. Not just for any reason its called God's Own Country. Its scenic beauty just cant be explained in words. The beauty of the backwaters or the lush greeneries is something kind of spell binding.

Alone in the dark,
I walk through the unknown way,
Searching for your love,
Though my quest never seems to end,
This love story is all mine,
You hardly seem to be there,
Our priorities are so very different,
And so are we,
May be that’s why I need you the most,
But you hardly ever need me.

The 10 Day You Challenge : Post 4 Seven Wants

After secret, love and fears its time for listing my seven wants, my fourth post on The Ten Day You Challenge :

1. To free myself off my emotional baggage and strictly follow what my heart says.
2. An i-pad and a high-end mobile.
3. Its my long cherished dream to own a library.
4. No classes at the university.
5. Learn French and German.
6. Develop the art of writing.
7. A break from this monotonous,banal life and engage in something worthwhile.

The 10 Day You Challenge : Post 3 Eight Fears

Here goes out my third offering on The Ten Day You Challenge, a list of my eight fears...

1. Failure - Its not that I consider myself a big failure if i fail to achieve that dream job or be the best in whatever i do, but i fear failing to achieve my own little share of dreams.
2. Unhappyness - I am a very happy and easily satisfied person. Very small and insignificant things can make my day. But I fear being unhappy or depressed by the worn out banal life.
3. Pain: I fear pain of any kind, be it physical or emotional. And as i said, I am an emotionally closed person, so bottled up emotions do make me depressed at times.
4. Headache : this is something i really fear a lot coz it gives me a lot of trouble. During those hours I just need to isolate myself into a room where the entry of light and sound is strictly prohibited.
5. Betrayal : I The fear of betrayal by my near and dear ones is something I truly dread or being let down when I truly need them.
6. Neglection: This is another thing that makes me very very upsdet. I have been neglected by some dear ones on a number of occassions, but somehow I try to positive and console myself that the story may not be as I think. Inspite of knowing the fact that this would be a recurring event, my positivity and patience keeps me going.
7. Unable to express through writings : Sometimes I seem so blank. Nothing comes to me. I cant exprees on the paper what i feel. I fear not being able to write because that is the only way I unwind myself.
8. Losing my hair and teeth : It may sound very funny but sometimes i do dream that I,ve turned bald or lost all my teeth.They turn out to be my worst nightmares. This is something i fiercely dread.

Love through the darkest hours...

Time has flown past,

With its many faces….

Some bright and some real dark…

And , we sat in the hourglass together,

AS each grain of fallen sand,

Reminded us of memories from the past…

Memories of the bygone days,

Blurred my vision,

And endless tears flowed,bleeding my heart…

Times have changed,and so have we…

Metamorphsed into a new being-

A ddifferent person altogether….

But the bond we shared never withered nor did it tire,

Instead…a deep sense of love for you enfolds the heart…

Yet its true…at times I did miss the older YOU…

I wish I could go back to those days,

But some choices are made in different ways.

As I face the present,

I realise its ages since you last smiled-

Without trying hard to hide the pain behind those eyes.

Beneath this mask you wear,

Lies a deeply troubled heart….

I wish I could embrace all your heartache and pain,

But somehow things are not as always we want them to be,

All I can do is to promise to be with you,now and forever,

To be there by your side,when you need me…

To pray for you,to support you,and-

To WAIT…till you are YOURSELF….

Till its time once again….

If I say I love you,you would hold me closer evermore,

If I say I don’t need you,you would look into my eyes-

And melt all the anger with all those sweet kisses of yours.

Till its time once again….

You hold me for now and forever,

And make up for all the silent tears I cried,

And always promise to be by my side….

Coz no one means as much as YOU…..

Come dear,hold me today,tomorrow…and whole LIFE through….

The 10 Day You Challenge : Post 2 Nine loves

Here goes out my second post on The ten day you Challenge.

So here goes out my list of the nine loves of mine....

1. Parents: I am there because of them and they shall always top the list of my loved ones. I am blessed with the most lovable parents who have always been more like my friends. They have been with me through and through, even at times when you don't expect your parents to support you.
2. My bro: Though he's only two and a half years younger to me but we are more of friends. But mind you, he never misses a chance to boss me around and most of the times tends to act as the older one.
3. My grandparents: They are the best grandparents in the world and the coolest ones. Though my grandpa passed away few years back but I still miss him dearly.
4. My Love: I can write an epic under this category, but i'll try to be as much brief as possible. He's the person whom I look up to at any given time instant. We have our share of differences, we fight a lot,we are completely different persons but yet he's my best person. Howsoever angry I might be, but its completely difficult to think my day without him.
5. Friends: My closest friends are less in number but more in value. They have been to support me during my darkest times, guide me whenever I was wrong and share my happiness whenever I rejoiced. I treasure each one of them.
6. The City Of Joy: My love for the City of Joy seems to increase with each passing day. Kolkata is my place,my pride,my happiness,my sadness. It has been there with me through my growing years. Its the place i would always prefer to be.
7. Music:"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." Aldous Huxley
Music is therapy to music. Be it my laptop, or my heaphones, i'm always grooving to some tune or the other.
8. Books- I have always been a dedicated lover of books. They make up my world. They always act saviours in my most distressed times.
9. Me : Last of all I love myself. Its rightly said you can't love anyone until you love yourself.

The 10 Day You Challenge: Post 1 Ten Secrets

Last night when I On my usual spree of reading through blogs I came across this concept of 10 Day You Challenge and i found it particularly interesting. Here you have to write for ten consecutive days on the topics given in the picture.


So here goes out my 1st post on "ten secrets about myself" :-

1. I am a very warm yet an unemotional person. Apparently I may seem to be very emotional but heart in heart I am not.
2. I easily get attached to a person if i like him/her but at the same time I can distance myself also very easily. It doesn't hurt much.
3. I luuuuuuuuv to talk. But I am very choosy about the people I talk to. If its someone with whom i don't feel the vibe I would rather pretend to be deaf and dumb rather than striking up a boring conversation. But unfortunately(for the person) if its someone with whom i am quite comfortable(even if i don't know the person much)i can go on for hours.
4. I am quite an emotionally closed person. I would rather keep my feelings to myself rather than sharing it with someone else even if the person is very close to my heart.
5. Every year I take up a new resolution but hardly ever stick to it.
6. I am not a loner but sometimes I love to spend time with myself.
7. I am a huge daydreamer.
8. I love meeting new people and visiting new places.
9. Contrary to the safe player i was, now i immensely enjoy doing things which involve a lot of risk. Enjoy the adrenaline rush at times.
10. I am quite a lazy person and love to sleep for long hours contrary to what most believe. :P

P. S- Don't judge me by this post. I am not that bad as it may seem. After all these are just a few secrets, not all of them. ;)

I was meeting Sonia today. After two long years. I collected the ring from the shop and headed for our old meeting place.
Sonia hugged me fiercely as we met. “Meet my fiancé, Rahul” pointing to a guy standing a little away.
Returned the ring on my way back. After all, everything doesn’t fit into the “circle” of “reason”.

As the sun goes down

This pic was taken by a friend on a lazy evening as the sun was setting down the Ganges.

An Ode to Facebook

A dash of blue is all I need,
To keep me glued to the computer screen,
Already I’m thinking whats on my mind,
One which would beget maximum comments of its kind.
A new 'profile picture' would do fine,
If it generates a buzz for a while.
I put a ‘like’ coz my friends ‘like’ it,
If they act smart, how can I be left behind?
I am always connected to my friends, thanks to ‘wall post’;
And once in a while, I give them a ‘poke’.
I send ‘request’s even to people whom I’ve never met,
But that’s just because I want to globally connect.
I sometimes get into my farm just for a change,
But I would prefer ‘mafiawars’ if I want some kind of avenge.
My real world is a lone , distant sky,
But in my virtual world, I am a star to a thousand prying eyes.

A palette of colours

My world was all black and white, till you came. With you came the colours, a vibrant red of love, a soothing yellow of the heart and a peaceful white of the soul.
But you left. All very sudden.
My life is still colourful. Now,its all about a sepia of memories…

The last call..

“Hello hon”, he said in an unsteady voice. “But where the hell are you? I tried so many times but couldn’t get to you”, she shrieked . “Just out on a drive with my friends.”
Suddenly there was blaring of the horn of a truck and a loud screech and everything turned silent..

My first attempt at blackout Poetry

Hi frnz, this is my first attempt at blackout poetry..its not at all good enough to be posted but since this is a first time creation so i thought of posting it....



Wondering if,
Changing anything that has always been there,
Is somehow inevitable.
Spring began,
Only for the deluge to arrive as summer,
And the summer reach their zenith.
In reality, faceless cohorts remain in the shadows.
Life goes on;
Countryside people still live-
Much as they have for the thousands of years.
Life is still the lifeblood of the river.
But man’s essence of existence is that-
Life is hard, but it is best just to give up,
Enjoy the pervasive sense of freedom…


P.S- sorry guys forgot to mention whats BLACKOUT POETRY. Actually its taking a piece of article from a newspaper and striking off words with a marker and retaining some to create a new article. Its actually creation of an art from an existing one.

Slutwalk and its Impact On India

Slutwalk protests started out in Toronto, Canada on 3rd April,2011 and immediately became a phenomenon across the world. It all started out when Constable Michael Sanguenetti, a Toronto police officer, said “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order to not be victimized”, to a group of university students. Slutwalk took the form of a protest march consisting mainly of young women some dressed in ordinary clothing, others mostly dressed provocatively. The whole idea was to challenge the connotation of the word “slut” and the way she dresses had nothing to with her sexuality.
On 3rd April,2011 around 3000 people, mostly women,gathered in Queen’s Park(Toronto) before moving to Toronto Police Headquarters.

Slutwalk Toronto turned out to be an immediate success and received responses worldwide. Soon this protest march spread to other parts of the globe. Next in line was Melbourne where Slutwalk was held on 28th May,2011 followed by Chicago where it took place on 4th June,2011. It was reported that people in Wellington and Auckland braved the chilly weather to make Slutwalk a success(it was held there on 25th june,2011). It has been held across many other cities over the world and received huge responses.

But Slutwalk had its own shares of supporters and critics across the globe. The founders and the supporters of the movement have justified the name by saying that “we want to reclaim the word ‘slut’ and use it in a positive, empowering way. Historically, it has been used by misogynists to degrade women who are sexually assertive – whilst men in the same position have been hailed as ‘studs’ or ‘ladies’ men’. We wish to make it know that women are well within their rights to have consensual sex and to display their sexuality however they like”.
But according to feminists like Gail Dines and Wendy J Murphy : "Women need to find ways to create their own authentic sexuality, outside of male-defined terms like slut." Some popular responses have also questioned the wisdom of using the word "slut," even suggesting that "far from empowering women, attempting to reclaim the word has the opposite effect, simply serving as evidence that women are accepting this label given to them by misogynistic men," concluding "Women should not protest for the right to be called slut". Melinda Tankard Reist, notable for her stance against sexualisation of children in modern pop culture, said: “I believe the name will marginalise women and girls who want to be active in violence prevention campaigns but who don’t feel comfortable with personally owning the word slut." British Conservative MP Louise Bagshawe has objected to SlutWalk "on the grounds that it "lionises promiscuity", which she says is harmful." She also adds "promiscuity is not equality."
Now amid much controversies ,Slutwalk has finally come to India. The Indian version of Slutwalk is better known as Besharmi Morcha. Delhi was to hold the first Slutwalk march in the country at Connaught Place on 25th June 2011,but it was somehow postponed to end of July and still we are in much doubt about it.( Delhi being selected as the venue mainly because girls are most unsafe over here. It is known as the rape capital of the country.) But the burning question is, even though it had a huge impact on various parts of the globe, how much of a success it is going to be in a conservative country like India?
This march is a protest against any kind of sexual violence against women, the establish the fact that they are free to wear whatever they like but without attracting undue male attention. But what should be borne in mind is that our dressing sense is quite different from that of foreign countries. Whats quite natural for them isn’t the same for us. They can well carry of any kind of revealing dress without attracting much attention. But in India even today if we see a girl in a dress,not in sync with the conventional norms on the streets its bound to make heads turn. So if a protest march takes place with girls skimpily dressed girls it would turn more of an eye-candy for the voyeuristic people of the society and an eye-sore for the conservative people,without the actual purpose being served.

Also the march call for girls to wear whatever they are comfortable in. Now with an increasing tendency to embrace western culture, we blindly follow what they do without any aforethought, but how many us would still be comfortable in dressing up in revealing clothes?
Most importantly how many of us are ready to take this bold step against sexual violence? Many of us would not dare be a part of this bold act and would rather enjoy sitting at home and watch all this on the TV instead. Also it hasn’t gained much popularity as it should have. As far as my information goes Facebook Delhi community page has till now got 43 “Likes”.
In a country where female foeticide is still rampant, rape killings and molestation occur day and night be it a burqa-clad woman or a skimpily dressed girl, where the fairer sex still not safe after dark, where her slightest movement is questioned, it would take more than a protest march to change the view-point of the people. We need to fight sexual violence against women with a heavy hand, and Besharmi Morcha would hardly suffice for that.

Source- Google, Wikipaedia.

Random Thoughts....

Its time to say what I didn’t,
Before I go,
Its time to be sorry for what I did,
Before I go,
Its time to forgive you for what you said,
Before I go,
Its time to stop contemplating what could’ve been,
Before I go,
Its time to stop loving you over and over again ,
Before I go,
Its finally time to say GOODBYE,
Before I go…..

Luck By Chance...

Aranya sat in her room fuming and flaming. Her mother came in and took out a blue salwar from her closet, “Beta this one would be perfect. Hurry up, the guests are due any moment .“,she said and rushed up to the kitchen. Everyone seemed to be busy or at least Aranya felt so. Mom had been busy tidying up the room since early morning and now she seemed even more busier in the kitchen. Dad was working on mom’s instructions rushing down to get whatever mom asked for. Nobody seemed to give the slightest importance to her say. This whole affair seemed completely ridiculous to her.
It all started with Rama aunty’s proposal. Rama aunty was their neighbor, a lady in late forties but she was more famous as the over-enthusiastic matchmaker to every prospective girl or boy(I mean the ones who had attained their marriageable age) of the colony. Anxious mothers, waiting to get their son/daughter married off, always looked upto her, but the young people couldn’t withstand her. And it had to do with much more than her being a matchmaker. She was a lady always in lookout for gossips. Any small piece of news she came across and the next day it would be talk of the colony.
And Aranya was her latest target. The other day she had come up to Aranya’s parents and talked of a Mr Xyz she had “at hand” who could be perfect for “our Aranya baby” . Aranya knew nothing of this till she came back from college. And when she learnt that her parents were more than interested and already invited the boy’s family the next Sunday, she was flabbergasted. “But mamma how can you get me married off ? I cant even think of marriage right now. Who bhi ek anjaan ladke ke saath!!! Kabhi nehi.. “,Aranya shouted, fighting back tears. “Beta, me and your dad never knew each other till we got married, but has that been an issue between us. And whats the problem in talking to them,kya pata tumhe ladka achha lag jaye”, mom said and left.
Aranya went by the window side and stood there. This whole idea of arrange marriage seemed so abnormal and unfeasible to her. How could one spend a larger part of her life with some completely unknown person? And she had her dream to chase,a goal to reach,what if the other person didn’t really approve of that? Recently she had a split with Sameer on these grounds only. Sameer and Aranya had been going steady for the past two years. Sameer was an IT professional working in one of the top MNCs . They had shared dreams , small and big. Both of them were quite happy with this relation until one day he got this call from USA. His company would be sending him away to USA within the next six months and Sameer wanted to get married before that while Aranya wasn’t ready for it. Both of them had their own grounds and none of them would bend for the sake of the other. They had a huge fight and stopped talking .Their ego prevented them from calling up each other . But Aranya missed him dearly. At the same time she wouldn’t call him. It had always been Sameer who broke the ice after a fight and even this time she had expected him to be the one to make peace. Although she knew this whole issue was mainly because of her fault but she would none the less agree to it but herself. Had she wanted she could’ve got a solution to it but she was adamant. Everyday she used to dial Sameer’s number but immediately cut the call,”why should I call him. If he doesn’t miss me then why should i?”,she murmured to herself. Silence, to her, seemed the best revenge. A drop of tear fell down her eye. Already she was upset about her break up and this “arrange marriage” issue seemed to upset her even more.
“Naa jaane ladkewale yeh ladkewale kya kya puchhenge, Beti tumhe kya kya aate hain, khana bana sakte ho, Yeh kar sakte ho, Woh kar sakte ho,bla bla bla..mummy agar koi mujhse aise sawaal karein toh main tabhi wahaan se uthkar chali aayungi.”, Aranya said to her mom angrily. Her mom just smiled.
Finally it was Sunday . The house has been cleaned and Aranya’s parents were looking over the last minute details before the guests arrived. “beta hurry up,the guests are due any moment. Quickly tie your hair and put some kajaal.”,her mother said and rushed backed to the kitchen. Just then the doorbell rang. By her father’s voice Aranya could make up that the guests have arrived. She felt like running away. Instead she went to the dressing table and loosely tied her hair. But she wasn’t in a mood to put on the slightest bit of make up.
She could hear the excited voice of Rama aunty speaking in her shrill voice,”wait till you see our Aranya. She’s an angel. All the goodies you see,she prepared it herself….”and she kept talking. She looked up and saw her mother standing at the door, calling her. She dragged herself unwillingly to the drawing room and sat on the sofa opposite the boy’s parents. She purposely tried to avoid everyone’s gaze and her eyes were fixed on the mattress instead. As if she had silently promised herself not to look up to anyone.
Aranya had tried to look as much unkempt as possible. Her hair was loosely tied and she wore a dress that she had long back relegated to antiquity. But what she didn’t realize was that her attempt to look careless and unkempt was actually serving the purpose of heightening her beauty and elegance. Suddenly she could feel the boy staring at him. Trying to ignore it she looked up straight, face to face with the boy’s parents . She had a distant feeling of seeing them somewhere, in some photo or whatever but she couldn’t remember. Now she stole a sideways glance at the boy and she was shocked. Now she knew why they seemed so familiar. She looked at him again, and saw him staring at her unabashed, a wry smile at the corner of his lips. It did not fit at all. She couldn’t believe the guy’s guts. How could he behave like this, that too with their parents sitting around them . She had an overwhelming urge of crying out loud,not because she was sad or unhappy or upset with this alliance, but because she was face to face with Sameer after almost two months and his smile had taken away all her anger, her complains, everything. For now she just wanted to hug him tight. Sameer winked at her avoiding everyone’s eye and her cheeks turned a bright hue of red. “Aranya why don’t you two go to your room and chat among yourselves. What will you people do sitting here with a bunch of old people?” Sameer’s mother said. “no aunty its ok, I mean..” Aranya started stammering. When her parents also said the same she had no other option. She slowly moved towards her room, Sameer at her steps. Tears streaked down her face. But she didn’t know if they were tears of happiness, or grief, or relief, or simply an expression of her anger melting down. “I’m sorry my baby, but just don’t leave me this time. We’ll sort things out”, Sameer whispered into her ears as they entered her room and shut the door. She tried to speak Sameer sealed her lips with his..the still and softly breathing silence suffused and submerged them.. After all, all arrange marriages weren’t that bad. Some had lots of love involved and even more coincidence……

unchained love....

The roses still look so fresh,
And the promises crisp,
But the lonely nights wander in my room,
Snatching away the memories that put me to sleep.
You are there, yet u ain’t,
Or its my thoughts taking a bend?
Few things happen somehow,
The reasons for them, Maybe i don’t know,
But I try and convince myself,
Somehow,still, u love me though……

Hiiii beautiful ppl...how r u all doing???????have been away for a while...but not to worry,new posts coming soon...
love ya all..

Just Another Love Story......

She seemed so strikingly same,so beautiful yet something very much defying in her expression, everything that used to pull me towards her like a magnet looking for the North Pole . Just a simple glimpse of her seemed to have the same effect on me, still now,10 years henceforth. She stood there at the bus stop and I was on the driver’s seat of my car, waiting for the signal, on my way to office. But what surprised me was what she was doing here in Mumbai? As far as my sources confirmed, she was happily married to an NRI from Texas. The traffic signal changed to green and I had to gear up, but all the same I managed to give her a last glance as I left. Just that very moment she looked at my direction but didn’t seem to recognize me. It was like some old feeling.I tried hard to take my mind off her and concentrate on the radio instead. I reached my office within my 10 minutes and straightaway went to my cabin and asked Simran, my PA not to take calls for now. Pakhi’s thoughts seemed to preoccupy my mind. I was finding it quite difficult to concentrate. A rush of memories flooded my mind.
It all started at Akash’s Parents’ 25th anniversary celebrations. Pakhi was his 2nd cousin and I was his best friend. So I didn’t take me much time to strike a conversation with the most beautiful girl for the evening. It made me smile everytime I remembered that evening when we first met. I was staring at her openly, unabashed. She seemed so beautiful but her eyes spoke a different language,a defying attitude. Akash being a lovely friend understood my feelings and introduced me to her. Soon we were having a conversation but I don’t even remember what we talked about because I was already drowning into her large pool of big black eyes. Before I left, we exchanged phone numbers. Something in me said that she seemed to develop a certain liking for me. I called her a few days after the party(though I wanted to call her the very next day but the better side of my understanding restricted me).Soon we started to talk more often and planned to meet up sometime someday. I couldn’t wait more for that “someday”. We never realized when we fell for each other but acceptances of the fact came from both the sides very soon. Our sail on the ocean of love took off. Those days seemed to be the best time of my life. Her presence seemed to completely transform my life. I was living every moment, cherishing them for a lifetime. Those stolen kisses, those ‘sex’capades, those romantic sensual conversations were the only things on my mind. And like every other mushy couple helplessly in love, even we had our share of future planning, like how our house would look like, how many kids we would have, deciding names for them and every such stupid thing one does when they are young and head over heels in love. Soon after, I got into a b-school. The result was I couldn’t give all the time I used to give her but still we managed to keep the magic alive for the first year. But early in my 2nd year the worries of getting placed in a reputed firm became my primary concern. As a result I got busy with my projects and internships. She understood and never complained. Heart in heart I just felt so grateful. I couldn’t have asked for a more understanding partner. She had been with me through and through, all the ups and downs for the last two years. Whatever it might be, I never felt alone. Somehow her invisible presence seemed to be shadowed by my side.
But I suppose god had different plans for us. One fine morning I got the shocking news of Pakhi’s father’s death. But the greater shock came from Akash after a few days when he said that Pakhi and her Mother were shifting to their ancestral house in Kolkata and she was to be married off soon to some NRI. I couldn’t believe a word of which Akash said. Pakhi had tried convincing her mom about me but her mom was adamant. She wasn’t ready to give off her daughter’s hand to someone who doesn’t have a job yet. And since her husband had passed away, it was her responsibility to marry her off to someone who could properly take care of her and not just someone who’s still still struggling. And by Indian norms, she had already attained marriageable age and they couldn’t wait any longer. My perfect world was falling down before my very eyes and I couldn’t do anything to help Pakhi out of this situation. Her cellphone was switched off. I couldn’t go to their house, that might land Pakhi in a trouble. And within a week they were gone. My pakhi, my world was gone. I felt orphaned, as if a greater part part of my soul was taken away from me. People say time is the best healer. But I realized something else. It isn’t much of a healing. With time you just get accustomed to the pain. And that was the end to my love story. But it never really had an ending even after it ended…
In order to forget her I got busy with my career. After few months I got into of the reputed MNC’s. Years rolled on and I moved on with my life,never trying to think much about her. And today just a glimpse of her had me thinking of the bygone times. Suddenly my cellphone started vibrating. It was my wife calling,”Honey,you seemed to have forgotten one of your important files at home. Shall I ask Jai Bhaiyya to give it to you on his way to office?”. And I’s suddenly brought back to the present. There stood Seema, at the other end of the phone, my wife. Someone who’s a part of my life and who would be,for years to come. I dreamt of a life with Pakhi, but the reality is so very diffenent. I am not complaining or regretting about anything,but its funny how things turn out to be.
All of us start out as strangers… Strangers who go out to become friends…friends who go out to become strangers once again…familiar becomes unfamiliar…unfamiliarity seems to be the only familiarity in this vicious circle of life….

The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.
-Martha Washington


Well,of late i have undergone a few many realisations and this qoute seems to be in complete sync with my recent "enlightenment".Our happiness,joys,despair depends all on how we percieve things and accept them.Our state of mind is completely at our own discretion.Man,by nature,is contemplative.But once he gets out of this habbit and takes pleasure in the happenings which comes his way instead of speculating the course of future events or lamenting over the past he would be a much happier person.At the end of the day what matters to us is our happiness,so why waste time developing wrinkles on our forehead thinking of the difficult times we had or worrying over the unforeseen future?For now lets just enjoy the present with a smile....

Random Thoughts....

Aalto chhoya smritir pote,
Rangiye moner canvas ke-
Aay re dujon haate haate,
Ghure asi atiter pothe...
Mone kori sei sonali din,
Jekhane mukto batas,aakash neel..
Tor jiboner kichhu smriti,
Moner konay bandhiye rakhi...
Chokhe akrash swapno niye-
Dinguli sob jay gadiye
Tor jiboner cholar pothe,
Chhilam,achi thakbo sathe....

Random Thoughts....

"Pen"chant....

I miss you when I am alone...
I miss you in the crowd...
I miss you in the talks i had...
I miss you in the fights we spared...
I miss you in my dreams at night...
I miss you in the memories I hold tight...
I miss you in the life I dream...
I miss you when I think of an all new beginning...

Random thoughts...

For the last few days i've been missing Kolkata a lot...so here goes out my new post..as an Ode to kolkata..The places i loved to visit,the places i miss,the places with which i shared some of my most cherished memories...Luv u,Miss U KOLKATA...

the stillness and silence of night....

Its one of those silent nights,
When everything around is so very quiet..
No one can hear the dogs barking outside..
Nor the whistle of the trains somewhere far off is heard..


Its one of those silent nights..
When I am reminded of bygone days..
I think of you and shed a tear..
We are so very close,yet so very apart..


Its one of those silent nights,
When I am all alone,once again...
There's no one I can turn to,
I want but still I stop myself trying to reach you...


Its the wee hours and I am still awake..
Its nothing...but one more of those lonely,silent nights....

Hello frnz...here goes out my first post of 2011...i have been off from dis forum 4 a long tym bt hope to resurface soon...For now der goes out 2 small posts which i penned sumtym ago:
For the one i luv at different tyms..in different ways..
The different ppl we r,yet d ppl we bcum in each odr's hands...
The lives we flee..the lives we dream...
D drmz we cherish..inspite of dreaming differently...
So different we r,yet so one we seem...
Luv to b together in all d differences dat make us so very diffent but so very ONE...




An endless road f lost hopes..its d boulevard m luking for..
Der r d fuzzy stars,yet d sky's so dark..itz d moon m luking for...
Der is dis maddening crowd all around..yet itz a frnd i m luking for...
Der's laughter n shouts all around...itz my smile m luking for..
Evrything seems to b so lively all around..itz my LIFE i m luking for..