Shake that tooh =D

This is again the year-that-was time!

2013 was good. Surprisingly good I meant. I actually went deep down on my superstitious pangs and thought 13 would be terrible. That is a common feeling before every year though. I still have the leaving home possibility, purple hair possibility, learning German possibility, earning money possibility, flunking semester possibility, being sidelined possibility for 2014, but all that is next year. So, as I was saying, 2013! I could write 2013 in pink, red and white and still feel it is not cheesy!

Good year. I got to live the little dreams. Lost a few new, old and very old people eventually but that realisation came later and sadness is still to empower. Lots of firsts and lots of lasts occurred this year. Every happy time that came, be it the vacations or the Pujo or this and that, I thought it would be the last and sad times are to follow. I was extremely worked up with the job scenario and the college condition, the entrance preparation or no preparation for that matter and the wasting of the extra money, the acid words that might follow and the eventual bad times. To God’s grace I was relieved somewhat by the end of Pujo around November. Lived the small experience of the mid night interview and the 24 hour long process, (in that pretty looking village highway college) that I had always heard of from people of better colleges. Although the final results are still bleak but that was a major high of the year. 2014 might shatter this all but 2013 was kind enough for this first. Various others firsts on the lines of oneness and another major high of 2013 would also be always remembered and cherished. Initial turmoil, doubts and living under wrong impressions apart, I could not have asked for more. Although the crossroads and decisions and forceful growing up that is to follow a few months into 2014 might just change a lot of equations, but ignoring all that, 2013 has been memorable. I felt lost and happy and very very jealous and loved and blessed and forsaken and forgotten and angry and relieved and worried and shattered and butterflies and jealous and small and happy and content and impatient and worried and satisfied and shy and good and same and surprised and yahoo and thankful and wonderful and jealous and happy and loved.

Looking back, I would always call 2013 as a transition year. Although most of the happy additions of 2013 will have their major formative period of sustenance in the year next, I cannot thank the year more for all that it gave to me. Some sad moments and tears apart, I would really like to hold on to this year in the final moments and kiss it a happy Bbye. Thank You! 

Have a great year ahead. For you and for myself, let there be faith and love.

24th December

Like every year, they would fly their orange robes and feel proud.

24th December

Like every year, I would crib and complain and know where I belong or don't in this case.

24th December

I woke up to get my article rejected while they study literature and create history.

24th December

Today.

Sadma :D

One of the most heartbreaking scenes in the history of cinema is the last scene of Sadma. I have never really watched the movie in full in one go, but in bits, pieces and parts, I have. The surmayee ankhiyon mein being the loveliest lullaby ever. So as I was saying, heartbreaks!

I talk of heartbreaks today after a heavy dose of swearing at all men folks the entire evening. There was one transition from school to college where everybody became single to get into new relationships, a similar transition is about to happen is six months and people are making ways to get rid of all the bonds for making new ones. That is not a bad a thing. Not a very good one though. Who am I to judge anyway?

Hrittik and Sussane were my perfect couple and they are parting ways. They even have the same tattoos. Silly I know but that is my take on it. And come to think of it, if they can, anybody can. The male take on this issue is the fact that both of them are good looking people and would find different and more compatible partners. Love is a part of life. Not life itself. I don’t completely agree to this though. Well.

This was another agenda of the evening gossip. And everybody agreed hands down to the fact that men are less attached in any relationship and it is just very easy for them to break the strings and start afresh. They find their contentment and moments from here, there, somewhere, anywhere. I speak like an ultra feminist? You don’t agree? Well either I meet exceptional men or you do.

This post in no way is about me or my heartbreak. God has been exceptionally kind lately and I have never been happier. The existence of the timeline that people spoke of today did scare me a bit. I live in hope and trust. The evening was also about those warnings and advises which I gladly laughed at. I hope that stays.

And the scene I was talking about. Of forgetting. And heartbreaks. 

Random Rambling.

I have always been a fan of trains! Not the local trains and definitely not the ac compartments of all other trains (the Rajdhani Express and all the childhood excitements of ‘khabar debe’ being an exception though). So when you get to feel the chill of winter almost on the train window (which again happens provided you don’t have angry middle aged daddy figures and delicate same aged darlings around) you feel plain happy. And for a moment, you can just forget how your world is a tad bit upset. This time, I also got to see an almost full moon! The sneezes and rolling nose follows soon enough but nothing like those moments of strong wind gushing through your dandruff and right cheek. It was an equally happy experience the first and only time when I had my EKA EKA going to Chhattisgarh last year.

Why I write this today? Because I have absolutely nothing to do. Semester is over and everyone around have exams or work or extensive joint family troubles or are too busy getting all irritated. So THIS.

And also I would be absolutely mainstream in saying I got the much awaited letter and unlike many aging people around, I felt happy! The letter and the happiness are absolutely gift wrapped to me and I take no credit in anything whatsoever. God had just been extremely kind on that one day and night, which makes a day. Whatever that meant. And when you have good people by your side all the time, quite literally this time, somewhere deep down, you really start touching wood, all the time. This made no sense yes! I care NOT.

Since you are THIS jobless to read THIS far, let me also wish you a very happy December. Decembers have never been kind though. Be blessed this time. Have Fun. How I miss the school Christmas parties where Santa would give us ‘pora’ cake, one big komola lebu and a git. Every year! And this post abruptly ends. Here.

And whichever world it is that you are in, find love and give love.
Not always, not everyday, but you are missed.
Very much.

She would sleep late every night,

Holding him tight and near.

As she always watched him sleep,

Locked the door and held her dear.

-Abhishikta

Preference, what a good looking word when you write on with an ink pen on a crisp white paper. A handsome looking word- “Preference”.

I say handsome because I imagine ‘Preference’ as a strong man in black tuxedo, standing tall and unbendable. Ever persistent ever present. Although one can start to admire other men around, nothing would last because they, unlike ‘Preference’ are not timeless.

The little nerdy would also point to the precedence table that has been heard of, so often, all through the last seven semesters. Preference Precedence Table be the new man in the territory. The heart knows the table well.

The first remain the first which in turn could either be a very good or a very bad thing. Theory of relativity? I have been a royally certified nerd? I care? Anymore?

Love, dreams, aims, promises, wishes, expectations- the words around which our world rotates. All shall disappear. Because that handsome and good looking man in black would give one killer look. And the world will turn upside down.