MISS YOU

its strange when i look back and find that the persons who mattered the most are no more around.......... you two were my favourite teachers.... honestly.... and most of my principles are yours.........

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The way you left Dio and Kolkata and everything else for being with the person you love really is an example ….. the more I talk about you the more I feel the lump…..
Many mails which starts with “dearest Abhishikta” are what I am left with today…. Miss, I miss you…. Love you … the most .

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The way you gave up the job you gave your blood, sweat and love to just to save your self respect and did not let anybody know the reason behind it and never got back to that gutter is commendable…hats off to you… Just a few sms’ that always starts with “hi dear” are what I am left of you today but you are still special to me… the first teacher ever who taught me to think the other way… miss you miss… HAPPY B’DAY.

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and whenever i am down.. just the thought of you two... or an hour or two over your photos cheers me up... thank you... for everything........... and if there is anyone in this universe i love and respect the most other than Maa... its you two... I don't know if it matters much... but anyway.... somehow i feel... you two made me me............ there are things and conversations and incidents that cannot be shared here.... but anyway......... your sms and mail today which came together as a pleasant surprise forced me to write this and i want to write more and more about you two but somewhere i know.... its not the right place or the right way.......................

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dear readers... this post was not meant to make sense to you.... don't comment if you have something mean or stupid to say.... its a request...

Abhishikta

i still can't believe that he is no more...

Singer, Beatboxer, Composer, Lyricist, Producer, Arranger, Instrumentalist ,Performer, Dancer , Choreographer, Actor, Video Innovator, Video Director, Stage designer, Fashion / Costume Designer, Stylist, Poet, Essayist, Writer... KING OF POP............ a Rebel.......

he dared to be different......

Goodbye MJ

May your soul rest in peace

Love

Summer Of '09

the title is directly lifted from Debayudh's profile....


no... I won't write about the much cursed summer of '09 (as Debayudh calls it) but yeah Shreemoyee's call last night made me realize that this actually is our last summer vacation.....
I know that they have vacations at colleges as well but nothing like school vacations during summer with nothing to study (for students like us), at times boring, at times full of adda... but this year... is the last time for all of that...........


Life has been tough for the last one and a half year.... with school becoming more of torture and less of 'life', with friends turning to persons i never knew..... but somewhere somehow... the 2nd last day of the last summer vacation of my life rather 'school life' is making me sad and nostalgic and what not.....



10 years from now... i might sing the bryan adam's song and remember today and the summers that have passed by...

• with movies being watched
• with 'mela's being visited
• with icecreams and 'kulfi's everyday
• with sweat and sums being synonymous
  
• with loadsheddings
• with 'aila'
• with hours over the phone
• with nights over orkut and facebook
• with storybooks and poems
• with some new linkups
• with some breakups
• with election and traffic
• with "choitro sale"
• with 'bikeler hawa'
  
• with 'dilse' and 'between the sheets'
• with friends
• and a hell lot of togetherness

I love you all... whoever was/is with me, for me, whosoever in whatsoever way.... Thank you all.



This summer has been special... very special in its own small way.... and thank you every one for making it worth remembering hamesha.... muaah

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

This week’s chemistry class made me really really depressed. After listening to sir’s bit of shit of 33 of his students passing the IIT entrance test and too many of nine point some ones…. I was pissed and while I turned to Roshni to gossip about these ‘nerds’, I saw her wide smile as she listened motionless to sir… and I was sure that she was dreaming of the same happening to her the following year………

I turned around………there were almost 50 pairs of eyes which were glowing and necks nodding at the 98 and 97 and 100 of dadas and didis who took the H.S. exam this year and nobody except moi had eyes half popped out at those marks as they all had an expression which said “that’s the way marks should be”

After three sips of water… and many sighs and uffs and phews….. when I was almost drowning to lala land, sir finally stared teaching with his … “eita ekta proshno holo?” ,“IIT te shoja proshnoi hoy” and stuff…….. whatever he taught had absolutely nothing to do with Higher Seconday exam….the taught bullcrap which seemed to everyone else as………… ‘wateva!!!’ for sure with Sumit and Bindita and Roghumoy and Srija and Reetam and Anwesha and Nandini and the rest of the future IIT and AIIMS and MIT and JU students, having a content face unlike mine which said "when will the class end?"….

and just to remind Satabdi and myself.... aaj 1st june.... porte boshar kotha chhilo aaj theke and look.... we yet again did not.... the record continues....

Cheers ;)

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