:)

Bilu’s status msg on fb made me realize that yes, the best decade of my life too is about to end.

While 2000 made me ‘boro’ forever… I still remember maa waking me up every morning and the regular dhamkis of not waking me up from the day next. School bus and tiffin breaks and handwriting classes and mental maths and drawing classes and kho kho and basketball and class bunks and sections changes study leaves and reopening days and kittens and obhimaans and games and picnics and Shreemoyee, Sapna, Imrana, Raina, Ria, Prerna, Aradhana, Payel Bera, Shreya, Zeenat, Khushboo, Dimple- Isha, Arpita, Nikita, Protiti, Shrabasti, Debosmita, Madhumita, Anikta Mitra, Sampurna, Pallabi, Ankona, Sumanti, Rukaiya, Samreen, Roshni… and the new sec B world… Atrayee, Srijani, Upama, Samragni, Shalini, Debosmita, Dipabarna, Sejutis, Jhilik, Sneha, Ria, Anwesha, Satasree, Megha, Anasuya, Suchandra, Sucheta, Tulika, Swarnava, Shreya, Sreementi… and the bus world… Satabdi, Aritri, Ritwika, Soumidi, Riyadi, Srabantidi, Dibyasreedi, Sir, Tulika, Priyankadi, Mishtu,Sayanidi, Shreyoshidi, Moumita, Golu, Sudeshna, Srijani, Munnidi, Titli, Sreema, Anwesha… and the other school world… Haimanti, Sushmita, Priyadi, Ananyadi, Papiya, Dipanwitadi, Ankona, Moon, Sneha, Sankalitadi, Rusha, Dayita, Rohini, Gudu, Nisa, Debjani, Debolina, Sayanee, Abhirupa, Shipra and techers… Mrs. Young, Ms Barua, Lipi, Mrs. Sadhukhan, Samantha miss, Mrs. Bison, Moulik, Sharma, Agarwal, Bhuniya, Bhanja, PB, I.Das, Mrs. Banerjees, R.C., D.Majumdar, Lionell, S, Paul, N Krishna, Abira miss, Miss Jahan, Mrs. Nandi, Mrs.Ghatak, Mrs.Sengupta, Francis Sir, Derek Sir... the out of school world… Suchishmita, Bindita, Sukanya, Titirsha, Pooja, Rumela, Namrata, Gourab, Archi, Pritam, Titoo, Deep, Anandita, Olivia, Dibyasree, Sumitda, Debaditya, Sangborto, Souvik, Soumyaditya, Sauraj, Debayudh, Amlanda, Siddharth, Arijit, Debjit, Sreejita, Madhuparna, Koyel, Rik, Subhaditya, Ananya... and my lovely people... Aunty, RC, Ujjal Sir, Partho Sir, Bhuniya Sir

And so many more…

House fights, Friday’s aloo peyaj, morning assembly, Wednesday checking, prefect badge, kul wala kaku, canteen, chapel, musical chairs, fan culture, bisexuality, dominance, tears, laughter, board exams, results, farewells, the yellow turned green walls… the transformation from the white jama to saree…

The last year made me super happy super upset, love bloomed withered away… fake faces were unmasked; bonds strengthened and then came my mad college world… with many new and some old names again…

Hirak, Subhajit, Moulika, Aritra, Sahin, Shiladitya, Sayan, Dola, Golu, Wriju, Jellyda, Abhiron, Abhishek, Asif, Sayandipta, Sachin, Subhayan, Soham, Ankita, Ankan, Dipanjan, Arjun, Binny, Arindrajit, Esha, Prateep, Guddu, Shalmidi, Alimpan, Vivek, Neel, Ayantika, Sayantani, Banhijit, Puchkadada and so many more...

And movies and fines and strikes and txts and cheatings and semester and fights and love and lies and fests and headbangs and football and dress code and ragging and bodhu re and khilli and what not….

Had the time of my life…(pardon me missing out a few names)

Have a wonderful new year everyone

Much love 

Me

P.S. I Love You

11:06pm

baah baah.. txt o korish na.. fuckhead

kemon achhen?

ufff.. purono der galagali diteo bhalo lagey

gokhale te fuck bolle wierd looks pawa jaye

and a few things about old friends never change

My latest full time lalala thing

Your part time lover and a full time friend,
The monkey on the back is the latest trend,
Don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you

Here is a church and here is a steeple,
We sure are cute for two ugly people,
Don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage,
I want more fans, you want more stage,
Don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you

I'm always tryin to keep it real,
Now I'm in love with how you feel,
I don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train,
I kiss you all starry eyed,
My body swings from side to side,
I don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you

The pebbles forgive me,
The trees forgive me,
So why can't,
You forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
I don't see what anyone can see,
In anyone else,
But you.




I am obsessed with thins song for the past one month and I think that at times you can do without stupid labels. Sing this song... ALOUD

In our times...

I remember being disgusted at the off and on dialogues by elders which mostly said "aajkal kar bachchara..." and "aamader shomoy toh..." I mean, I cared a damn about how things used to be and gave a flying F about how things have changed over the years.

I have been discussing with Sir a few days ago about Rim, her cousin, and how paka she is as a class VII kid who is not a kid anymore and as far as I remember, neither were we. We tend to forget that 'we' did quite a few disgusting deeds back in those kiddish days... leaving apart the class VII nonsense, my cousin, a class III kid, yes, I too was a kid in class III taught me a few disgusting slangs a few days back as well. Now this came as a complete shock to me and today all of a sudden Shreemoyee's text made me write rather blabber out all this which has stopped making sense to me as well. Okay, the text says...
"Amra ato stupid chilam, amar mone ache amra class III a after school line korar shomoy ring around the rosies kheltam but ajkal kar bacha gulo ki oshobhor moton paka hoye che. Bad babies shob.
ov, ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies, ashes ashes thay all fall down :-) :-* "

And I think we have grown up after all and finally "our time" has become a different era to the recent times where my class VII's cousin uses a mobile phone more than I do...

Change change change... all good :)

THESE ARE THE MOST UNPRODUCTIVE DAYS 

You know you are in love

when you leave the seat beside the window for someone with pleasure
when you search for your phone with half open eyes
when you justify
when you demand
when you stupidly smile
when you aimlessly fight
when you cry
when you 'dance in the storm with your best dress on'
when your happy days end and expectations take over

and I never had to see you again
and I never saw you again

“What kind of youth was hers? She never even had stars in her eyes nor let her hair fly loose over her cheeks. She had never given way to storms of emotions, never sought a lover, not even when the dark clouds gathered in the sky during monsoons.”

--- Ismat Chugtai

A is for Abhishikta... i hated the name as a kid
B is for Babies... of all kinds, shapes and sizes <3 and books
C is for Candy floss and Calcutta... I wonder why they changed the name
D is for Deeaa and Debjani :*
E is for Electric Guitars... I super dislike that sound... the world can call me mad now
F is for Friends and Fire and Faith
G is for G... Debjani's favourite word
H is for Him ;)
I is for Inshallah and Ice-cream and I
J is for Jahan :( and Jackass ;)
K is for Kajals and Karan Johar
L is for Love and Lolly pops... oh childhood! i still eat them though
M is for Mishti doi and Mango and Momo... i am not an avid fan of any of them... and MUSIC and MAGIC... these two words rule my world
N is for New... the smell of everything new
O is for Oshos... of all colours
P is for Phuchka and Piano... the two things that makes me super happy
Q is for Quantum theory... and the 1 hour midnight class the night before HS
R is for Rain... nothing more nothing less
S is for School and Shreemoyee... THEM
T is for Tea... I wonder why people love it  :O
U is for Us and Umbrella and the newly made galagali
V is for Voices and Violet (the colour) and Violins... specially on funerals
W is for WTF and Wateva... in a typical 'our' way and White
X is for X-mas trees... found no other word
Y is for You and Yes... they together can do wonders
Z is for Jeero

If I were- ( over the phone by Shreemoyee) I agree COMPLETELY!

If I were a beginning I would be- The beginning of monsoons
If I were a month I would be- August
If I were a day of the week I would be- Funday
If I were a time of the day I would be- Post midnight
If I were a season I would be- Spring
If I were a furniture I would be- An old rocking chair
If I were a sin I would be- Gluttony
If I were a flower I would be- The white lily
If I were a kind of weather I would be- Thunderstorms
If I were a musical instrument I would be- The violin
If I were an emotion I would be- Love
If I were an element I would be- Earth
If I were a food I would be- Phuchka
If I were a taste I would be- Bittersweet
If I were a facial expression I would be- The left eyebrow lift
If I were a subject in college I would be- English
If I were a shape I would be- Something very small
If I were a colour I would be- White
If I were I thing I would be- Cheese cake ( I think Gramophone)
If I were a book I would be- Ema
If I were a vowel I would be- A
If I were a consonant I would be- S
If I were a sport I would be- Chess
If I were a relation I would be- Friendship
If I were a question I would be- Why not?
If I were an end I would be- The beginning
I I were you I would be- Different
If I were a sentence I would be- My oldest bestest friend

:)

Home

I feel utterly disgusted and sad every time I see these small little big houses, homes, being broken and being transformed into flats.
With one blow and the other... the plasters, the walls, the bricks... goes off forever... and men in lungis set off for theirs 'homes' with happy faces.
My grandparents from both the sides owned beautiful houses and both the houses have lost their existence.
One in which I have grown up throwing tantrums and being super pampered in, is now called 'Meghna', the uthon in which we once played 'kumir danga' and badminton and chhoyachhui no more exists.
The other one, the cradle of my chhotobelar 'sheeter chhuti' was sold to idiotic people and I no more get to see the black sunsilk on windows and no more secret semi midnight trips on bicycles... the house ofcourse is demolished.
I often wondered how it feels to see your home being broken. The place where you learned you crawl... the walls that know your secrets, the balcony in which you danced during rains... I somewhat know and somewhat don't. Thank God for that and while your wondering why am I writing such shit?
I saw a house being broken yet again

Home has always been too much of drama for me but this year (all thanks to sir's influence) I'm enjoying the drama while it lasts sitting right on the patch of yellow sunshine inside the room, peeling out oranges.
Hope you all have a lovely winter :*

The Orange Robe

 

Me: eta k ki bole bolo toh?

Sir: ki?

Me: hanglami

Ex!!!

Ever wondered what happened to the all in love with aamir girl in dil chahta hain? or suchitra pillai after she slammed the door on saif? ever wondered what happens to the ex-es?
do they cry their eyes out and drink? what happens to them?


and shreemoyee fondly says "we love self pitying"

i miss the rain

GIVING UP SMOKING

There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
Thats easier to like than you
Or harder to forget

You think thats extravagant?
I haven't finished yet-
I like you more than I would like 
To have a cigarette.

WENDY COPE.

Christmas!!!

no christmas carols around me till now... the fact that i no more am a part of dio seems so boldly highlighted at such hours...

did not get the sight of santa yet- no carols- no fake gift boxes on christmas party

but yes the song plays out loud in my mind.......

A Long Time Ago In Bethlehem
So The Holy Bible Says
Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas-day

:)))

While watching an episode of 'roomies' yesterday I heard this very beautiful line which actually made me think and over analyze relationships around… which was definitely not required though

“LOVE AND COMPATIBILITY ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS”

 okay now this happens to be a regular discussion between meera and zee about how and why good friends can or cannot make good couples which ended with this epic dialogue… made me think… made the phone bills to rise about stupid discussions like…

…

…

…

55minutes

…

…

S: but  ‘O’?

A: yes?

S: I still think you should marry X

A: I don’t love him told you that, he’s a very dear friend

S: you don’t need to love to marry remember?

…

…

45 mins

…

…

A: STFU and study toh

S: yes yes

A: and

S: what?

A: love and compatibility are two different things after all

S: agreed!

A: poro

…

…

…

So love and compatibility ARE two different things huh?

I'm a sinner I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed

i love the lyrics... and i'm bad ;)

So very much

…

…

Ponds cold cream

Yellow sunshine

Ice cream

Story books

Blankets

Guitars

Picnics
Carols

Khola chul with pleasure

Badmintons

Rumaal choor

Saraswati puja

Chapped lips

Photo sessions

Scalding hot water for baths

Komola lebu

Kuler achaar

Santa

Angul kata moja (which I fondly call angul deoa moja)

Chocolate cakes

Book fair

Butterflies

Monkey tupis

New year eve

Cold nose

Long walks

Pocket deoa jackets

Warm nights

Late morns

Hand in hand

….

….

And so much more

But I still dislike the season to be happy… winter

And she only reveals what she wants you to see

The person of many traits…

The person I know a lil too much a lil too less

SIR

i love this i love this... i so love this

nostalgia


and this somehow reminds me of you.
The Mr. G. A. Francis Sagunther
the man who taught us to live, to love

i happen to come across this something that someone wrote...

When the sun started to move around the earth, had it not any idea that the earth would fall in love with it; when the oceans started to wave up & down, had it not any idea that the water would fall in love with it; when the birds started to fly, had it not any idea that the sky would fall in love with it; when the breeze started to flow, had it not any idea that the beach would fall in love with it. When she was born had she not any idea that I will rise in love

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes, I've got to be
The meaning of my life is...she

:)


a lil happy a lil sad
a lil deceived a lil mad
a lil in love a lil fat
a lil disgusted a lil bad


:(

The two bestest smiles of all times!!! :)

Smile, an everlasting smile
A smile can bring you near to me

... and there's the kind of story which you tell yourself, all about yourself and the one who matters... and you write it down just to make yourself believe them...
stories they are...

Ek je chhilo raja
Tar bhari dukh
Dekho Raja
Kade Raja
Aha Raja
Bechara Raja'r bhari dukh






Dukkho jabe ki...
Dukkho kishe jai...

1^st sem is over… I’m 1/8^th of an engineer already!!!

 Sem would have been better with you around, I would have been sure to get a minimum of 15 in all, unlike now… 

missed you and your best of lucks… your “don’t worry dear exam will go well” before exam and “you couldn’t do this? why? you should be ashamed of yourself” post exam… missed you…

And most importantly…

The maroon saari…

“THE” maroon saari that is

Tumi ki shei aager motoi...

Tumi ki shei aager motoi kobita likhte paro?
Aakashe jokhon neelabho chador,
Chiroporichito she kammo aador,
Godhuli belay nijhum konay mon jokhon jay churi,
Tumi ki shei aager motoi shopno dekhte paro?
Jokhon preme hariye jay shechchhay mor sthan,
Hariye jay amar shokol aasha aakankha maan obhimaan,
Chaoa paoa bhule mon jokhon ure jay shethay,
Tumi ki shei aager motoi faka chithi likhte paro?
Mon khule shei nana kotha,
Na paoar shukh paoar betha,
Sroter bimukh tomar shei,  hete cholar abdar,
Tumi ki shei aager motoi bayna korte paro?
Brishti bheja mishti bikel,
Jibon juddher shei pass fail,
Chokher kone sritir plabon proshno shudhay tai,
Tumi ki shei aager motoi bhalobashte paro?