Cheers to the year that lived up to its name! Do Hazar Chauda! P.S. No Fluffy Coochiness Included

Year of deaths and immense shock.
Year of my first 9 and immense responsibility.

Year of missed days and immense hurt.

Year of my first job and immense peace.

2014

You end up with winter rain and a LOT of fog. 

Both literally and figuratively. 

Bye Bye

*waves and hibernates back, under the blanket*

Agle saal milenge doston aur dushmano :*

Reaching Up To You

Years of headstrong love.

Months of silent faith.

Trials many trails few.

Everything falls short.

In the repeated attempt

Of reaching up to you.

Men Oh Glorious Men!

I keep on saying that I am the man of my life partly because I want to feel self sufficient (even though I swear by feminism, I was expecting a man to complete me once? Oh well) and partly because I do not have much of an option.

This particular song has this particular line that has been bothering me for quite some time. Now that I have a little time and happy lone times, I shall contemplate over it.

So this line says, ‘kisika toh hoga hi tu, kyun na tujhe main hi jeetu’

Like really?

I know I have actually been giving way too much importance to certain men and all that jazz but... uh... really? Jeetna parega? Dafuq!

Gone are the days when people would mutually fall for each other and spend their whole lives together and now is the time for winning them over before someone else does? And these bunch of insensitive dirt we call men! What do I tell you! Looto!

To be very honest, it would be wrong to throw up blame balls on the entire clan of men because I have seen nice, sober, dependable men as well. As I always say during my long conversations with myself, just because you have a bad luck with men, it does not necessarily mean the entire men clan is bad. Maybe some of them are worth winning over. Who knows.

I do not whole heartedly agree that one really needs to win over a man. However good for people who do and succeed (do I sound like one of those who do not try doing the same? Such a hypocrite I am no? See! I told you to stay away). Who likes sour grapes anyway!

As for now, I am just happy to peel off oranges with winter sun on my back. Waiting for that one day when someone would actually win me over, want to at least, and more importantly, not be ashamed of it. 

Trick question. Find 3 instances of hypocrisy in this post. You get nothing though. It would just prove your lack. Come on. Give me LACK competitions :D

Or, my non dear, just totally ignore my post, the vague shit I wrote, the controversial lyrics and concentrate on Shahrukh’s abs and neck *_*

My Annual Hyanglami Day

Aabdaar er odhikaar!
Thakuk kingba naai thakuk.
Kothata shonay kintu besh.

Koshish! Ek Asha :)

Human Nature! What a mysterious thing it is.

It was yesterday night, at around this time, I was almost sure I will lose the job, the love, move out of everyone’s life slowly to skip the sympathy looks and today, this moment, I am happy and hopeful again.

Happy because after two months and 9 days exactly, after several RTs and this’ and thats I now have a ‘firm foot’ at Accenture. They did not throw me out afterall. The people who were with me all this while would know how much stress I took, how much of cheek fat I lost. Quite a fight it was. It really was a fight. It took a lot of bravery and I am very proud to announce that even though I was THIS close to giving up, I did not. I had wonderful and supportive people around. So that was a bonus. Thank you. Yes YOU. Who knows what happens tomorrow. Today, I am just satisfied. I can feed myself now. No ‘need’ of a man. The ‘want’ factor? That is a topic for tomorrow.

Hopeful because there is a slight chance of living a life like everyone else for me too, suddenly. Maybe not. But maybe! I am talking optimistic! Surprise Surprise! Today morning itself I said in my prayers that I won’t ask for anything else this year, yet now, I have a million prayers and a few wishes again, Human nature remember?

A longer post sometime soon. For today. Much love, luck and good health to everyone. God Bless.

Also, this video. Which kept us going. Actually. Especially yesterday when everyone almost broke down. And then came today when a someone bent down to say his prayer after the mass pass. Not a moment later. Miracles do happen. And You, let there be ‘koshish’. Pretty Please.

फिर क्यूँ मेरे हाथ अँधेरे लगदे ने

Aur Kya!

Bubble Burst

What if I tell you,
You are the side actress, not the actual heroine with perfect hair, length and perfect life?
You are the side kick. No no. Don't get me wrong. You are not one of the group dancers in the background. You are one who drinks coffee in the coffee shop where the hero proposes to her for marriage and you clap, you could also be the passerby in the scene where the hero first lands back after a year of staying away to a certain group of people he missed.
You are the Suchitra Pillai of Dil Chahta Hai, you are me.

To the only man, who love(s/d) me. Without me having to beg for it of course.

I hope you are doing well, with the slight limp. I hope they don’t make fun of you like I did.

A day too late, that too because I had my temper run, but I am sure you would understand like always. Not everyone keeps me that happy. Not everyone is you. Much Love and Bhuttas to you.

Bhalo theko.

You Should = You Could <> You Would

On Prothom Oprappo Chakri Maybe.

Corporate Life!

Where to start from and where to end? You see and feel things new. You start off with formals and ironed clothes only to find yourself in shabby kurtis, running your way through, to make it in time a month later.

Everything starts and ends here at luck, which again is a heartbreaking reality, except for people who are genuinely interested in the industry. For the others, if you

• ·         Do not have to pay for your girlfriend’s bills
• ·         Do not plan to marry
• ·         Do not feel the need to make your family feel proud of the ‘job’
• ·         Have parents to sponsor you throughout
• ·         Have genuine talent to make it big alone,

This industry is not for you. I have known it the day I started off with coding that this industry is not for me, yet, it breaks my heart day in and out when I see people, worse than me, just getting lucky and happy. A major luck driven industry this is!

Other than, to be very honest, it gives you fair share of perks! One ID card ad you get to enter bays, protected areas, huge cafeterias, city like office campus, 5 stars and what not. I have spent a huge amount of my two months into corporate life observing people. Observing ‘similar’ people. This similarity makes us the odds though. Also, I do not like the whole new fake level that people belong to. Here.

I remember the comment, ‘now you too are a part of the office crowd, bheer toh hobei’. That bheer makes me observe people with the same blank expressions, sleeping with the headsets plugged in. You also watch these young and thin women in trackpants, very early in the morning, waiting with their daughters for the school bus and hope that someday, you will earn enough luck and love to have a life like that. You also see women driving their way to work and secretly wish, someday!

This particular life can turn you so mad that you start thinking of quitting and living off on the money, your 40 year old Brahmin takla arranged bor would earn, till Maa comes and gives you a ‘amar meye hoye erom kotha bolchhish’ dose and you are back to career struggling. It gives you days like last Wednesday as well, when you actually stare at the screen that says 95 and for a moment, for a very brief moment, you actually cry those happy tears. After two consecutive weeks of consistent tears. Come to think of it, even the array of possible and impossible love has not given me the amount of tears that Accenture has. So corporate life has taught me public crying. Not that I am particularly happy about this wannabe-ness that I have developed.

Yet, when I see Maa flaunting the watch, or proudly announcing that I work somewhere, the guilt and long tolerated 42369 somehow gets washed off. I was thinking of writing a better corporate life note after being permanent but I have a secret fear of either resigning or being thrown away. So, today, just today, I would like to be thankful to all the gods and well wishers for this one job, which made me experience so many things together. Amidst all the trying-to-fit-in-to-the-sophistication, I cannot even begin to explain the kind of happiness the sarakchhap Vada Pao gave me today.

A clean pair of leggings and small studs are all that I can manage to work in the 30 minutes of bhor bela. Someday I would also go to work in straight hair, white face and have someone else paying my bills. Till then, I hope this job stays.

Like they always say,

‘You are an adult now. And your day has just started.’

And nomatter how small you make me feel by words off and on, I suddenly feel brave for struggling through it all. Very very brave. And I know I am! 

Barite Eshe Bolechhilam Oder Bhalo Hok :)

A Year Since

Someone sang Bela Bose to me!

Period.

Design Your Life!

Well this was the topic for the entire first half of today when I, after a long long time, probably the first time after my +2 days of Vernacular tuitions, actually sat there in awe and absorbed so much! I was absolutely mesmerized at this woman, fat, glowing, beautiful, who married her love from school at 22, now is 40+, still working, living with the same man and still very happy.

Now you may be wondering my company has no other work than this shit, well, I have a detailed write up on corporate life which I would post a few days later. For now, I am completely mesmerized at what I saw and heard.

A lot of things she said, a lot of things she suggested and later told us to decide on a retirement age! Isn’t that 60? No! When she said retirement, she meant retirement from the absolute professional commitments. The age when, if you want to wake up the next day and decide that you don’t want to go to work and go to the Himalays instead, it would still be okay. The company would fire you right? But you won’t care as you are okay with coming back and joining a company with one-fourth of your current pay because you know you have planned the rest of your life in a way where you would still live happily, with all your madness. Whether it is making the husband work while you have the ‘luck and luxury’ to be the princess, whether it is working for self and by self and having a good saving account, whether it is smart investment or anything! Got my point right? Not leaving work completely. Working when you feel like and not working when you don’t. So we were asked to decide on such a time and work accordingly to get that kind of life. I decided on 40. The how of it comes later.

The next nice part was about the wedding. Now, yes, there was just one girl who did not want to get married and wanted to continue a live in with her current “BIHARI” boyfriend. She was given a nice little lecture on the difference of thinking that one is committed and actually being committed. The beauty of marriage if you find the right partner! She convinced Adrija that if it is love, and actual love, she would change the way she thinks otherwise, gondogol has. I would have whistled at the psychology theory with which she explained. There was this other guy who had no girlfriend and did not want to marry but develop a rural something. He was encouraged. Most of us agreed on 27-29 as the ‘biyer-shomoy’ (other than Gaurav who was stuck with his point ‘khud ki girlfriend chahiye toh 26 warna 28 toh kisi aur ki girkfriend hi milegi”) which, according to Sumita, our trainer for today, gave us the next 5-6years for the “WE-TIME” as she called it after which we would be “home” for people. People would come back to us. She explained how that is not a bad thing. Being responsible and dependable is not a bad thing. Work life balance remember? To live a full life, we need to live a full life. There was also this part about how opposites attract but make horrible couples, a reminder to the theory I made long ago. Scared me a bit though.

She kept n saying, it is one life and we need to live it right! All the time. So there was this another question related to it that made us answer, what is that one thing that money can buy that we fancy the most? The range of answers had cars, bikes, treks, shoes, continents and what not! So much to do, so little time! The baseline was, designing! Designing the life well. The pride in Vella-panti that we glorify, design that well also. I would miss these sessions if I lose the job the next week!

The technical parts of it like tax calculations, work hour division, extra income and investments bleh. The second half of the day about personal changes and goal settings and serious professional things, which again, bleh! I was so wanting to make certain people come sit and listen to her. I so miss the literature classes of school! I so wished to come home and tell Maa. This was when I realised what Sumita meant when she said we will become “home” like our mothers and fathers are now, for us. So much to think. I actually went into this deep deep mind vacation and hence almost lost the multiplication game. The long walk to home with Anupam Roy singing “Shob pele noshto jibon” (YES I listen to Bangla gaan and you can go die) to an otherwise empty home which would stay that way for a long long time, and would probably never change back to its former self­­­­­ was heavy, very very heavy! One day, I might actually go to this secret place that I have decided upon and become a nun without letting anyone know. Not that anyone would care anyway.

 P. S. There is a very impressive 20-80 theory. I shall explain soon!

When you are sleepless for more than 36 hours and still have so much to say and yet are numb, you are me!

So many emotions, so many sides, in one day.

Death and the following OWHAAAAAT?!

Breaking the news and (lets not get into that)

Comforting the devastated

Reacting quick and sane

Anticipation for the two people you love the most

Salary and the FIRST corporate one

No one to share the news with, let alone happiness

Hyatt invitations

Wondering if one should be happy or sad

Empty home to come back to

More bad news

Tears at a minor disappointment

Felling really really abandoned 

A little happy thing that could come or not

So much to say but I have this super retarded construction high today. 

SHIT! 

To the woman with no birthday, arektu tanlei parte! Ebar dadu kar shathe ludo te 10 taka harbe roj? Kar thekei ba lukiye cigarette khabe? Kake jilipi khawabe weekend e? Kake ek gada cream ene debe? K amay exam er aage bolbe "Maa saraswati pen er nib e boshbe", k amar haat dhore pujoy thakur dekhbe? Maa kaar shathe ghontar por ghonta shei same old gossip korbe? K gaibe random thakurer gaan all day long?

Not Done! So NOT DONE!

Rest In Peace :*

Chiroshokha

If I crawl out if your life
   Today,
   This moment,
   Would you know?
   Would you care?
   Anything?!

-Abhishikta

Happy Diwali ^_^

When I came home today, the house already had its customary million lights of Diwali. When, were those put up?

When I’ll come home tomorrow, after a daylong fast, the cracker bursting and merry making would probably be over.

You cannot have everything can you? You still get to come back and sleep on your own bed every night for 2 months atleast! So you choose to sacrifice the Volvo one evening, stand inside a crowded ST6 to compensate the two consecutive KFC lunch and look at an ac car during a random traffic jam, which had so many cracker packets on the last seat. Do I sound poor? 

I am not exactly complaining. Plus Diwali is not a MUST on my list. It’s just that any excuse to skip the early waking hours is good. However, I am a little happy from inside since festivals and occasions have started to really murder my dream scenes so it is better to have some work than just feel sidelined.

All said and done, PLEASE do watch this video!

Every Diwali people come up with such beautiful advertisements and videos. This is just so perfect.

Happy Diwali everyone.

Let there be light and glory! 

Much Love :*

Between Nishchindipur and Hogwarts. How difficult is it to choose? Very?!

সেটাই সত্যি

When I simply look half doped, half sleepy. Like one of those thankless and talentless 'lucky' beings, who are just there, waiting for the first brush of money before being thrown away. I read this. And for a moment, just one small moment, I feel differently. Later I am out of that polar region, into the normal world, struggling for rights in love and existence of course. You can always read this! Over and again :)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster

- Elizabeth Bishop

    زندگی گلزار ہے

-Because it was my first week at my first job.

-Because they spread buffet before us, like they do everytime for 5 days, (the feed and halal bakra  thingy) and I wish wish wish Maa gets to see! And feel proud.

-Because they keep us at 5stars, for 10 hours. Got the catch?

-Because I have realised nobody cares more than Maa and nobody else would back me up in times of  desperate need.

-Because I now have a very small list of people who feels happy at my achievements. A list?

-Because suddenly the 293 spent at Taxi and the 7 rupees tip to the driver bothers me. Do I even earn  that much per day? Did I ever think this way when Maa paid and I felt the air?

-Because after a very long time the weekends have mattered.

-Because I have understood of the unwanted, awkward, class difference that job brings, at the ice  cream counter when someone I grew up with stood in front to serve me.

-Because I have almost started to accept what I cannot get.

-Because I wake up with an urgency in air and morbid sadness.
-Because I like no one there and the one(s?) I like wont go there.

-Because I have grown up a lot in 3 days.

-Because I miss school and college and Shreemoyee.

-Because tomorrow is Monday again.

Uhmmm? Hmmmm? O.o

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ^_^

Learning to be happy without people's approval and participation.
Stage 1:
Result: Supplementary

However
EEEEEEEEEE ^_^

Also, Happy Pujo :)

And Oh this song :')

So What Is Your Greatest Fear?

In the middle of the night yesterday, a rare somewhat-unhappy day, I was thinking of my fears. My life has come to a point when the numbers of unhappy days have outnumbered the somewhat-unhappy days, the happy days are nowhere in the horizon. Well, I do not mind the somewhat-unhappy days as long as the fate monkey keeps the unhappy days away.

So, fears. We all have our fears. Of failing, of losing, of dying, of crying, of loving, of hurting, of various other things in the little universe of our brains or maybe the ugly filthy heart. I was wondering that my greatest fear is. I remember asking myself this question while reading ‘One night @ the Call Center’ many years ago. Do not make a face at the book my intellectual friend, I think Chetan Bhagat was good in his first two books. So this particular book had a column for readers where they were supposed to note down a thing that they fear the most. I remember writing ‘death’. I have always been afraid of dying. I do not find the concept cool and self illuminating like many. However, after deep introspection, yesterday, I realised that my biggest fear is desertion. Death was just a sidekick to desertion.

Yes, you read it right. Being surrounded by a bunch of people in the forms of relatives or friends, I still am afraid of being deserted one day. In a dark room  (literally, or may be not) with little light which would remind me of what light is, yet it would be too grey to be white. Do not try telling me it would be too grey to be black as well. It is my blog and I shall decide the colours. Well this is not a sad post, this is just self talking that I need at times because yesterday I did not get the audience and companion to hear or share. So I write.

Today, I again tried being a Bollywood-Wannabe and tried this test on fb (after yesterday’s self meandering) on “What is your Biggest Fear”and SURPRISE SURPRISE
The answer came “That you’ll die alone”.
It also said
“You're afraid that you'll die, alone and un-wealthy. A lonely person who did not get the opportunity to feel loved by someone who was not a relative. But that's not what were implying, you may not die alone, but that's what you fear may happen.”

On the same tracks! I never quite believed these quizzes but this one was, I must admit, almost true (Is it the same reason why I can’t eat alone at restaurants?) and you can call me repulsive or a dependant bitch. I do not care as a matter of fact. I might also add here that my past few days (days? MONTHS!) have been revolving around the same thought. Desertion huh? How difficult would it get? We shall see. Well. Not ideally. But. Well. Yeah.

I happen to have a very big family. Someone teases me saying half of the population of the world comprises of my family people and the other half is the family of his major crush. So what I tried to say by this is, I have a big family. And when I say big, I do not mean the Hum Saath Saath Hain big, I mean much bigger than that. So it means a lot of weddings and ‘poites’ and rice ceremonies. It also means a lot of deaths.

Apu Kaku expired today, well technically yesterday, at around 8:30pm. Cause? 4th stage Lung Cancer.

Now if you are wondering if I was close to him and dying with sorrow myself, you are wrong. No, I was not close to him. He is just the first cousin of my father who stayed on the same para that comprises of houses of many of our relatives, where I stayed my childhood years. I remember him being the cool father to Rai who used to have the most amazing birthday parties. He was the super stud husband who used expensive perfumes. The fondest memory of Apu Kaku would be him explaining the educational game sets to Rai and me. As a child, I always used to wonder if fathers are supposed to be like him. And in a very nice way. Today he is no more.

When I took the dark lanes from my house to Amma Bari today, at around 1:30 am, with Maa, I felt unsure. I felt dependant. I would confess with full honesty that I did get a little scared walking down the lanes with dogs barking far away. The distant man with wobbly steps made Maa pull me to the other side. I wondered if anyone else would ever do the same for me with the right heart. I also felt the need of a protector. Do people marry for this reason? To feel safe? Because love, I know it for a fact can be attained otherwise. I don’t know. I felt unsafe, even with Maa by my side, who did not look too confident either. Even if people marry for safety, today Maa too walked the same unsafe roads, with the same fear, or maybe more. Are we that dependant? May be we are. Sad. This is a topic for later. So, after a proper 10 minutes walk in full speed and no talking (as per instructions) I reached the much known and much loved colony. It was raining and it rained throughout. Complementing the gloom in the air. Nonstop!

The second house in the chain of houses which belong to my relatives had the same crowd that I get to see every now and then these days for not so pleasant events. This was the same house that sheltered Bordi Pishi when Pishu had Cancer and where he finally died a few years ago, the only difference being, it is now turned into a flat. While we waited for the ‘body’ to come, I heard the two phrases “ojotno” and “bhaggo” from everyone around. Be it the 80+ year old Chhoto Amma who cursed herself for being alive or Chhoto Maa who is weary from her past few continuous visits at the hospital with her father’s health problems (I told you, super extended family!).

So why this “ojotno”? Because he lived alone. All alone. Had a daughter who visited occasionally (and that too in the recent years), had a job in the distant Libya where men are made to work like pigs in luxury rooms, but pigs nonetheless, had a terrible cigarette addiction! So he stayed alone and ate whatever he got and hardly had anyone to ask if he is okay on a daily basis. When he came home after work, day after day, there was no one put his food in the microwave, let alone cook the same. He was a lonely man, very lonely man. He strengthens my already strong belief in the fact that family is extremely important. Even if you climb the Mount Everest, if you do not have someone to come back to and tell the stories, you will not feel as happy. And that someone can never be just friends. Nevermind. Now comes the “bhaggo”. Well I would not say his fate was very different from many, his wife left him after 12 years of marriage and married someone else. The bigger blow to him than this was the separation from his darling daughter. Here comes the “bhaggo” factor. So this part of his life also makes me very sceptic about loving someone with all my heart. Why? Apu Kaku loved his wife deeply. Even to the extent that no one and I repeat NO ONE ever heard him complain one bit about how she left him and why she left him. I would not judge Kakima for leaving him, I am sure she had her reasons but Apu Kaku was totally in love with her even at the moment when he breathed his last. His ego did not let him continue with the job that he once got through Kakimaa’s recommendation so he joined this other firm at Libya. That place, the extreme hardwork accompanied by the extreme smoking and “onador” marked his end. His was one epic love. He gave away his last bit of savings to Kakima who left him much before, because she asked for it, even though that left him moneyless for treatment. Whenever Rai visited him, I know how happy he used to be, he always gave a ze-superstar-is-coming introduction to the news of Rai coming over. And as far as Kakima is concerned, he protected her always. ALWAYS.

The day before he died, the doctor asked him “kemon achhen?” and he replied with a “khub bhalo”! That is the kind of person he was. I have never heard him say anything bad about any one and he possessed impossible tolerance. I remember their house being used during Buchu’s wedding or the last days of Bordi Pishu. He was such a kind man. I still have a purple Deo that he brough me from Libya and I thought it would have reactions on my skin. He lost his mother at an early age, lost his wife at an early stage and never questioned God!

Now comes the most difficult part of my experience today. When the “body" arrives. The entire chains of relatives come of their chain of houses and start shouting and crying in a manner that will shake your heart. I do not know how many have the strength to witness such vast amount of people howling, I do not have it for a fact. It makes me nauseous. Nothing frightens me more than deaths. My death and the death of people I care for. These are the days when I go into quite mode, not because I am sad, but because I am thinking. And nothing in particular. There were also unmistakable gossip amidst the crying between some, there were also paused crying where people discussed weather but there were also genuine and heart breaking tears which would terrify you for days.

When they put Apu Kaku left in the same white car (car?) that carried him from the hospital, on a bed with rollers, eyes shut, white wreath clad, peaceful. probably for the first time in many years,  Maa commented “hoye gelo shob shesh” and I wondered yes, so much struggle to grow up, growing up, struggle to marry, marrying, struggle to raise a daughter, succeeding, struggle to hold on to the love, failing. So much struggle and their outcomes end here, today, on the same car that I would ride someday and you would as well. This thought stays for some time and then I start off with my same old control freak nature. But today I am just wondering, if I do the right thing by controlling things (trying to)? I have never been the perfect one in any role of my life yet when I die, it would not matter. People would still cry for me and gossip quietly and I would be past caring. I hereby apologize to anyone whose life decisions have been affected because of my life expectations. You are free to live your life the way you want and die whenever you want because you would die anyway. With or without me knowing, praying, crying, going, staying of course. The kind of live you want to lead before it all ends, choose!

The second major death scene in the same year, which started with the just a year elder Gudle Dada is taking a toll on me maybe. However, I free everyone from my chains today. Decide and fly free. And have a good life. Not like the life story I heard multiple times today. I am just too tired to explain what I meant. I wish I find my answers sometime.

Rest In Peace

Twinkle Twinkle Star.

I would rather be a cat

Just so ordinary, just so plain,

Pawing at your decisions

With my pretentious mane.

A cat that you hate

A cat that will stay till late

Unless you throw me out

And I lose my mate.

Would that help you dear?

To hurt me yet again.

This time in public

Or the same sophisticated lanes?

-Abhishikta

Love Will Keep Us Alive?!

I would be writing another one on love and if you think I have no other work, well yes you are right and you are most welcome to go away. If you think I am boring and lack topics, you are allowed to find a more interesting substitute and do me a favour by not reading. Rest of the world. Read on.

There are things and moments ad gestures that at times leave a permanent impact on you. There are also moments which make you go all glittery eyed for others. I would like to write about two such things and end up with a fairy tale. All three of the same family tree. The first two tales I write to remind me about the love that I have doubted for quite some time. It does exist. People have their moments. I had mine and will have again. Inshallah

Tale 1:

Well, this is more of a picture story of a woman who has been widowed at an age when she was not supposed to. She is strong, confident and responsible. Has raised up her two daughters to perfection and continues to be the man of the family, not by choice of course. So here is a photo of her youth. This is also the story of a man who could not see his daughter look all pretty on the TV screen and interview superstars. He is a good father whose shirt is still preserved, altered and worn by the darling daughter during her first ever placement. The couple in the middle. The picture clearly shows it is one of those family photos that our parents used to click back in the days of khachak cameras. Notice the way her husband is trying to adjust her ‘aanchol’ back on her head to match up the sync of the other two daughter-in-laws of the house. So, this is just a picture that says a thousand words. Look at the subtle concerned look on his half visible face and the innocence in hers. And you said marriages are sad? I pity you and your take on life. I have seen very sad marriages and it takes a lot to sustain one. I am sure they also had a lot of troubles, fights, adjustments and all that every NORMAL couple face. However, this one picture sums up for all the happiness-sadness sharing vows that people exchange in weddings. I know I am over dramatising but I do not care.  I am just at peace to see atleast some got their fair share of responsibility and life sharing. I wish it lasted longer. That again is another story for some other day.

Tale 2:

This is a recent incident that I witnessed which brought back my hopes. The tale of a much judged boy and a more judged girl. He won’t leave a chance to pull her leg about the suburb she lives at and she won’t forget to share even that last piece of restaurant fish that he missed eating before. Sweet? I’ll tell you a sweeter story. At some context of smoking, she was asked if she minds if he smokes. She claimed he never smokes. Because? She told him ONCE that her father expired at an early age because he smoked too much and she does not appreciate smoking, it makes her afraid of losing the people she loves or values and that was all that took to refrain him from smoking. So, if you were judging him on the introduction I gave, think again. If you are judging her for putting up her idea of a perfect man to him, think again. Honestly, they don’t give a flying fuck even if you do though. However, let me come up with my conclusion. When you are in love, it gives you a sense of having rights over a person. Don’t mix up having rights on someone over ownership. Ownership is sad. Remember that line from the title track of ‘U Me Aur Hum’ that says ‘ek duje pe apna haq toh ho kabza na ho’. These two instantly reminded me of that song the other day. I was so dippy eyed. I am sure he would not let anyone say a wrong word to her, I am sure she would leave the world just to bring one smile to his face (ready to sacrifice pujo jama counts?). So, although this was a small incident that I exaggerated, I wish these two all the best for whatever that comes next (read birthday Lunch) on the path of love.

                                                       

Fairytale:

I thought I would write about them in December after they are married. Nevermind. Here is the story of my favourite couple. They celebrated their 10^th anniversary of being together on 31^st October 2013 and would be marrying off this December. As her sister remarked, they are getting married because they want to, not because of social or parental pressure. I could have hugged them that moment. So the prince charming of the story has been a school topper and consistently doing well, going to colleges and cities that claim to host the hottest of women. The princess of the story looks like the heroine of a Victorian novel. And their story revolves in long distance. She would come back from work very tired, set up alarm at a particular time at night when he called every night, sacrificed her sleep mid way, night after night, just to talk. He would finish his day’s assignment and all that top notch Engineering and Management colleges has in store to grill the students and still share every possible detail. Year after year. They were never bored of each other, never gave up, never felt unsure. She leaves her job this month just to be with him for atleast a year after marriage before she joins back, he takes transfer to Kolkata just to keep her happy and near her mother after wedding. So there is equal amount of sacrifice and compromise from both sides. And I know you would not like the two words with-fice but when there is love, everything else gets overshadowed. Batchmates and classmates and lifemates. I have never seen a more perfect couple. I am sure there have been hitches and problems but in the end, it all sums up in togetherness. Of course they have a long long way to go but the initial years were just so inspiring. If I had to ask for all the lucks for one couple it would have been them. I have hardly known a guy who is more loving, caring, adjusting. I have hardly known a girl who trusted, adjusted on the other end of the phone with such love. Awww these two. Love shall keep you two alive and together. Forever. Touchwood  

Letting Go!

Letting Go!

That I think is beyond me. It is not that I have not tried but I just cannot let go off people I love. Often to an extent when I exhaust and trap them. Come to think of it, I still have a small paper where my favourite computer teacher taught me binary before she left school. Imagine!
The worst part is, I attach my game of expectations to all those I love and things go fizzzzzz.

So the summary of this nonsense post is, I gave my clothes, MANY of them, 8 jeans and 2 three quarters and MANY MANY t-shirts and shirts and kurtis that I don’t wear anymore. I had been keeping them anyway for so long. Uselessly. Because I could not let go off those too. Maa would find someone who needs the clothes I am sure.

Bye Bye

So. This. Was. My first step towards letting go. I wonder when I would be able to do same with people. Till then. BAZOOKA!

Oh Orkut :')

Because I have my 'Papa Kehte Hain' moments when I read the old testimonials on Orkut that people wrote for me.
Because I wanted them together at a place (yes because I wanted to show off) since Orkut will probably be away after a while. 
Chhotobela!!!
Peace.
Here they are.

♥ѕυzιє~ι нα∂ α ♥ ♥∂яєαм, α ѕσηg тσ ѕιηg!♥ - Jan 29, 2010

nthng much 2 say...kp d 'tunilyt' of our frndshp burng bryt...[hyt ta dkh dujoner taei bujhbi ki app]...lolls...adios n tequiro..na na ti amo...dts our favrt dscvry...[or hers s...dnt ask me y...c knws!!!...ok nw stop blushing...n stop swring to kill me d nxt tym u c me]....toodles...lubh yu n mish yu...signing of...suziee!!!...

♥ѕυzιє~ι нα∂ α ♥ ♥∂яєαм, α ѕσηg тσ ѕιηg!♥ - Jan 29, 2010

ok...shanti ebar??likchi..phew...ds weirdo literally thrtnd 2 crak ma skull wn i sd writng testis wr an awfully borin job....nw dt ur all goo goo happy happy dt m wrtn 1 4 u...promis nt 2 bunk bio anymr!! :X
k so wt 2 say???ur lyk me...dt kanda sums it all up!!fingr crossin galifying...pointing out ppls faults,laughn out d loudest wn sum1 els mks a mstk in,failin 2 answr evn a sngl qs!!!...hlpn me wn my copy s being scrutinisd!!!...[u knw wt i mn ....all in all a cmplt ;short' package...a huge cmplx wth ds short wrd...bt a huge heart...with loadsa lov!!

'finger crossingly alyk'...(u knw wt i mn...)...i neva guesd wl b such rokin pals...!!!
seems sb n hs free body diagrams or wteva it is initiatd it...fuelld by our commn hatrd 4 hm...n our commn lov 4 rc ...increasingly diffrnt...bt surprisngly similar...presenting to d wrld a whole nw idea of fun,joy,masti n enjomnt...a cmpl nw vrsnd bombshell...abhi...tadaaa...!!!(dat ws d grnd entry)...lols!!!well

RIK Roy - Apr 29, 2009

continued: deep widin......well honestly speakin i dont hv dat much patience....bt she hs a difrent enthu.......its amazin to read thru her blogs.....her ideas....d very originality of dem strucks me...bt oh!!dont u guyz mistek her for a nerd, forgive me .i never meant she was a nerd.....she z rader a verry verrry kul gal,wid lots of attitude,...............n thus accordin to me she z jus a perfect blend of all d qualities dat meks ny1 gr8....she hs it in her to mek it big one day..........best wishes for d glorious tomorow dat awaits u.........

RIK Roy - Apr 29, 2009

hey wold.....dis z d most random testimonial i hv written after a long long tym abt d most random girl (lady??) of d millenium..........mind u i wasn't ever pressurized by her to write it....lyk most of my pals from BSS,(who beg for testimonials)........practically i hv nevr met her,or even talkd to her ......bt we hv chatted on several occasions thru orkut.......n most surprisingly i ws stunnd from d dawn of our camaraderie by her bizarre nature......a cut above d rest ......her writings or even d captions she uses in her profile in orkut z characteristic of d bizarre nature of her personality.........she hs a superb grasp o d english literature....n d main difference between her n ordinary bookworms lyk me z dat we may read a book, leaf thru d pages n after finishin it we chuck dem to b forgotten d rest of d lyf.....bt hello!! she z jus a diffrent unique breed.......she ponders on d topic,delves on d title....n even traces back d source from wich d title hs bin taken....n den starts to excavate wat lies...

♥♥aBHi♥♥ **uNdEr Ur SpElL** - Jan 20, 2009

i gotta knw bout da inner u sinc da late ni8 train convrsatn remmbr???? i luvd dat 1 abhi.....u'v help me a lot.....specilly durin da +2 classes.....neva knw dat ur such a gud persn.....nd alwezzz remmbr 1 thing...well actuly 2 things....1)evn my name s abhi...ha ha ha...nd 2)im a fan of ur poetry........nd no matr wot...evn if u dnt listn 2 rock nd al....just remmbr 1 thing ur a ROCKSTAR...in ya own lil world...nd ur far beta dan many of us...love u.............

♥♥aBHi♥♥ **uNdEr Ur SpElL** - Jan 20, 2009

ahhhh...abhishikata....nw im entitld wid da job 2 wrte a testi bout her...bt lemme tell u abhi...im nt dat gud at it...as much sa u r......okkkk...so wot 2 tell bout di gal....she's got an amaizin prsonality.....friendly 2 da brim....weell,stil sum hrdheads got prob wid u....dunno yyyy.....ahhh just frget it....we r frnds since class 9....arrreeee dat tym u alwez used 2 hang out wid ritwika....wont call her a 'teacher's pet'...bt den she ws popular amngst da teachers so beta 2 call her 'teachr's favrite"....bt den wot i alwez apriciate bout her s dat she's got good taste in books nd muvizzz.....just 1 advic....leave bollywood nd try listenin sum pink floyed nd stuffs.....u'll lyk it abhi im sure....de'v got da best lyrics in da world...........okkk nw takin bout her studis....shes an awsum good student bt alwez denys dat...she evn denys da fact da she s p8y.....wot s dis.....????whn will u strt biliv in ya gud qualits.......jai hok....truly speakin i luv u a lot....

Prerana...here i stand al alone n afraid... - Nov 18, 2008

hmmmm........a very gud friend of mine,mah childhood day's r incomplete without dis hilarious girl's presence...may b we r not close from our nappy days buttt...great friends.many gud n bad memories r dere....specially da GREAT BITING DAY...da day i got bite frm sreya 4 sitting in ur place...marks of dis crazy billi's teeth r still present in mah ryt hand....thnk god i didn't hav to take forteen injection ....... 
abhi was indeed da heart throb of sec A.i dont hav such sharp memories lyk u....so no such memorable yaadein i can remember now..after dat our sec gets changed n our paths of lyf too...i hav nevr thought to get back those happy days....
now i really cherish ur craziness,hatahathi n khimchi fights with satabdi,ur evergreen close up smile showing eight great teeth which reveals purity n youthfulness of ur mind,ur shining two big eyes which is full of creativities...n offcourse ur latest drama of comparing urself with gudu!!.......

Prerana...here i stand al alone n afraid... - Nov 18, 2008

abhi u r really a darling...ur poems r grt....i really luv them..... 
u r a messy kind of a girl with lots of potential to shake da world...so realise ur talent n do da needful.u r saying dat u r not getting a ryt soutmate for u..but i thnk u r not letting neone to come close to u..not one but many r waiting 4 u...take one step n choose da ryt one...... 
buddy!!heaps of thngs i wanna disclose but words r insufficient to express mah feelings 4 u...may god fulfill all ur wishes n u get al da thing u wanna frm lyf.....
luv u SWEETHEART........
so!! atlast i hav written rather re-written a not long but longer testi 4 u...............

Satabdi .... - Nov 13, 2008

...hmmm..well wht 2 say abt abhi..very gd 4rnd of mine..talks a lot..smtimes irrtates me by hr nonstoo talkin..dekhis bangla clss e tor jonne jhar khaboi..she talks abt different topics bt widout a single pause..an allrounder,writes awesome poems both in english n bengali..we bcame 4rnds in class7 bt since dn we r almst doing all d crimes 2gether,whether it is in our english class,physics class or school..a grt GYANDATA..u'l gt absolutely free GYAANS 4rm hr,she does nt even charge 4 hr GREAT GYAANS...mad 4 Srk n vineet..brilliant in studies,a grt 4rnd,..very nice soul..nijeke niye prochur complex especially wid hr hair,whch is nt at all soo bad..lvs hr best 4rnd..amar chasini boudi who is still continuing hr studies r amar chasi vai k sudhu sudu khatache..our calculator of physics class who does all hr calculations widout calculator..in search 4 hr lv bt or kaukei pochndona..n lastly she's mad abt dt kakini..ufff!!!

Lead Guitarist Wanted.Call Amlan 9923531927 - Mar 28, 2008

Crappy Testimonial - Part II 

I am not quite finished talking about her. Well she is kinda too matured for her age. What do they call it in Bengali? Aaahh "okaal pokko". She will read books which are not for her age (go read some fairy tale book). 

She is an avid fan of Rajiv blah blah blah (I dont remember his last name) and armaan (he is a darowaan). She loves to see her heroes cry, thinks they look cute (sadistic pleasure).

I am forgetting something? Oh yeah - she is a pathetic poet. Please do the world a favour and stop writing poems. Your proses are good but the poems suck (honest opinion). And you are just a kid, and these frustating, depressing, life sucking, errrrr( SOS - need synonyms) errrrrr..... , (watevea) they dont quite match you.

And grow up, a 1000 page book is nothing in HS. And then after some days you will laugh at them (conquerors laugh) and look at them in pity. 

Phews and Uuffs,

Noble "Evil" Savage

Lead Guitarist Wanted.Call Amlan 9923531927 - Mar 26, 2008

I anticipate an amlan-buster exam and i am bored and gloomy - these are the circumstances under which i am writing this, so do pardon me if i am a bit acrimonious. 

This gal here is quite smart (i came to know this when she caught me when I tried to copy paste the old testimonial which i wrote her). I hereby certify she is not dumb.

She does not keep her promises. She specifically promised me she wont shout at my gf but then she didnt keep her word. 

She would also badger you to the end of the world for a testimonial (dont quite know why she wants one, cmmon gal)

If you have a tickle in you brain go to Dr. Chakraborty and she will scream the hell out of it (i literally mean it)

She thinks that she wont find her wonderman coz she has a mouth (powered by duracell batterries) that wont stop blabberring and that she is always surrounded by morons. But I am sure that one day you will find your Prince Charming who will like you for what you are.

Phews and uufffs,

Noble "Evil" Savage

Aniket Ghosh - Mar 26, 2008

well.....i guess i hafta write a testimonial for dis beautiful lady....but i cudnt make out wat i shud write abt her...i mean shes so adorable...shes a sweetheart.Shes my orkut frnd...but she seems to understand me so good sometimes i wonder how she does it. But beware of her.....she will use da same dialogues that she hears from you!lolz...

Really Abhishikta...u r a darling to me...one of my really close frnds..a person to whom i can open my heart out!

Raina Dugar - Mar 11, 2008

writing bout her is tough yaar....ok let me think.................................................................................................................thinking..............................................................................................................................................ok....she is one f my oldest n closest frend.her bindaas attitude is wat makes her so spl.v hav had gud times 2geder wich ill never 4get.this gal had a huge crush on PRIYA..N evryday i had 2 listen 2 her endless stories..n ya how can i 4get bout our common likings 4 Abira mam,SRK,etc
remember i was always ur baby in our games..n d fact is dat dis gal will always guide u as a mother..she is famous in skul as govi..v used 2 sit 2geder n never usd 2 listen 2 ny of our tchers..still v were tchers fav..kya din the woh..nwys she is d ultimate frend 1 can hav!!
enjoy life 2 d fullest n remain as u r.God bless!

Sayanee....... love d world as much as u cn - Mar 2, 2008

**** there were many, but she marked her presence b'coz she is of diff. kind, sumthng rare.****

**she is bold & straight forward----- never seen 2 hesitate 2 speak abt wat is in her mind.**

**she is no doubt beautiful.**


**it is quite difficult 2 describe her----talented,skillfull,dedicated, trustworthy.
smart, got a gr8 personality.**


**all i want 2 tell her that------- "I Luv Her"**

dia chakraborty - Feb 28, 2008

avi is the one whu taught me the masti on the other side of the skul life! i still remember that bunking clesses meant 2me sumthing "impossible". but avi,u r the one whu taught me hw 2 njoy life!i donno whether u remember r nt, bt at that time i used 2 b quite upset as i had sum clashes wid one of my best frnds.but u were the one whu forcibly tuk me out!after dat it bcame a part f out shararat! we used 2 make the class diary our xcuse n go out of the class! i used 2 njoy doing that! msing skeleton's class,bhunia's class!!n remember the scolding that i got from m.biswas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!honestly, i"ll never forget the days that we spent together,those stairs where we used 2 sit n njoy,those junior classes where we used2 go n hide!! inshort is a person whu wl b there anytime u need her!a restless kinda gal!!!!!whu njoys life till the end!!whu stays happy n keeps the rest of the people around happy as well :-)

MAD Chatt. - Aug 26, 2007

ATLAST I WRITE U A TESTI!well,many,like me,know that u r a vvvvvvvv.gifted person,so without any frills i'll just write what feel abt ya....so,ahem..here goes...
A: Attractive
B: Bossy(well,quite!) 
H: Hilarious
I: Intelligent(like da writer of this testi!)
S: Serious
H: Hitched 2 a certain E.Chatterjee!!!
I: Introvert's opposite.
K: Knowledge bank
T: Talkative
A: ABHISHIKTA 4 U FOLKS!
Here's wishing u all the success & happiness that u wish 2 seek!The world is all urs girl,go conquer it!!!(ekhanei shesh korchhi,onek matha kathiye tor jonno bhalo kotha likhlaam,aaaaar parchhinaa!tata!)

PIA ROY - Aug 25, 2007

total pagol n gone case i think!!!!! well a perfect mixture of nice heart n beauty!!! yes a gr8 fan rajeev khandelwal too!!!!so keep it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sampurna feelin blessed... - Aug 24, 2007

shes one of da most chilled out gals of dio and is a freaking fan of her skul and is the mostttttttttttt studious gal i hav ever cum across...shes a fierce friend and wat i lik abt her most is...shes as eccentric as me abt harry potter!

~NiTu~ IN LoVe WiTh RoBpAtT!! - Aug 23, 2007

I have known her for long so i can say many things about her....she is a sweet frnd nd is always on da pretext of cheering others she is one of the nice personality ive ever known via orkut..!she dosent keep anythin in her heart..which is one of the best quality she has.you can tell her anything under the sun, she's a very practical girl,knows exactly what she wants&pretty much gets it.I admire the way she handles difficult situations..always chilled out n relaxed..In short i wanna say,she is a gr8 friend! she knows the value of frndship n she can be ur good frnd forever……All da best for her future n career plans!

~σιη∂яιℓα... ∂ gιяℓ вєнιη∂ ∂ мαѕк...!!~ - Jun 10, 2007

She's smart,crazy,funny but sumtimes stupid!!!Jst kiddin man.Well,i like her a lot n she's really caring.Well,Abhi is witty,lovin n has a relly golden hr8.Dat's she.

Kuntal Chakraborty - Jun 5, 2007

Guria, as I call her, is one of the most sweet-n-naughty kid I have ever seen. I know her since her childhood (She is still a child though she pretends to be a quite matured one) and then onwards she always impressed me a lot through her activities, words and child-like restlessness. She is an intelligent and dutiful girl but having lack of patience. But, I hope that she will acquire it with her growing age. As I already mentioned that, she is still a child although she thinks she is matured enough, even though one thing I must admit that she is ahead of her time.
My suggestion to her is that: be humble, be patient, learn to love studying, analyse the world through your knowledge and you will become a perfect woman.

Anonymous

- Jun 1, 2007

well i hav known her since a long tnme n no matter wat it takes i muct say dat dis gal has da potential of being herself......she's smart,loving,caring,dashing n has a gr8 attitude which tells all abt her.........................she's helpful n her smile is really sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet............da way she talks clearly states dat she is a nice person.................................she's a gr8 frnd n always ready 2 help....................................ya man she has da capability 2 rock up....................................a gr8 gal..............................keep rocking dear............................be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Up@m@-- stp woryng & strt livng - May 14, 2007

ABHISHIKTA u r like water to the earth. I love the way you manage everything esp. bunking classes with SREEMOYEE. Well though u joined our family classs (VIII-B)a bit later but you succeed to make your own esp. place in our heart within a short time. Well even now I remembered when you joined our class for the first time & Mrs. Agarwall was praising you for your good reasults and you were blushing like anything................. Hey all guys out there I just wanna say that this girl is to delicate to handle so take care of her otherwise her friends will kill you................. LOVE YOU A LOT OV TAKE CARE AND TO COME TO ME IF I CAN EVER HELP YOU

Anonymous

- May 9, 2007

hmmm....she's da world's greatest PSYCHO.....but is really vry vry vry sweeeeeet....a chalta phirta radio.....which is always going on & on & on......& does not stop til da battery ends!!!! a real sweetheart & a damn gud gal.....its a pleasure sitting bside her coz i feel tht i'm not da only BANDAR out dere in dio.....ha!ha!ha!ha!ha! she's vry friendly & is KEWL.....so tht's it....r parchi na....gve me a break.....r koto mitthe kotha likhbo?????KEEP ROCKING!!!!! & dont urself coz u'll b da first patient of mine whn i bcum a PSYCHREATIST doctor!!!!!

Anonymous

- May 5, 2007

she is very sweet&cute.she had grt personality,i wish she acheive all good things in life,she is good but not2 good.she is very serious&studious

Shrabasti Bandyopadhyay:-D - Apr 13, 2007

I've known Abhishikta ever since I started school(wow!) and I know for a fact that she's really sweet,and a great person!We don't really get to talk to each other a lot these days other than Biology classes because we're in different sections,but it's always fun hanging around with her!She's intelligent,a moderately good singer and an exceptional painter!Rather likeable,all in all!Can mingle with all sorts of people and talks a lot! Don't hesitate in making friends with her! Hmm..I know this is short,but she really is a wonderful girl!Stay happy

ღ♥ ѕяєєℓєkhα~ вσяη 2 ωιη♥ღ - Apr 8, 2007

what 2 write bout u.....u r coooooollllll,SWEET, CUTE,guy.u can easily make frndshp with any1.ur phto can tell everybody that ur r so cute.

A-ATTENTIVE
B-BEAUTIFUL
H-HEART BROKEN
I-INTELLIGENT
S-SMART
H-HUMOURS
I-IMPRESSIVE
K-KIND HEARTED
T-TALENTED
A-ATTRACTIVE

THATZ enough 4r u.

ßĦĄŁǾ ČĦĘŁæ™ Behind black eyes..... - Mar 26, 2007

well.....i guess i hafta write a testimonial for dis beautiful lady....but i cudnt make out wat i shud write abt her...i mean shes so adorable...shes a sweetheart.Shes my orkut frnd...but she seems to understand me so good sometimes i wonder how she does it. But beware of her.....she will use da same dialogues that she hears from you!lolz...

Really Abhishikta...u r a darling to me...one of my really close frnds..a person to whom i can open my heart out!

Anonymous

- Feb 18, 2007

Well...M very bad @ writin' testimonials...but still,trying.Here goes-
OV is a very sweet girl and very naughty too.She's got really mischievous eyes and is really intelligent.So watch out you guys,here comes d ultimate diogal!!!!!!!!

Ria----"flo@ting str8 obedient 2 stre@m" - Jan 20, 2007

Well my dear frnd Ovi,
Wht can I say about her.Newayz,nething I'll say is less 4 u.U r really vry sweet cute & something like da photo no da left side of ur homepage.Well now no more SWEET THINGS or I'll be suffering 4m Diabetes.Bt really u r vry helpful and er.......er....u always appreciate other,s works.
Well,do u want nemore?U c I won't be able 2 describe jus' withinn dis 1024 words.And Dat's It.

P.S:Plz Plz ,don't try to scream whn u r talking normally.

samraagnie bose- la vie est juste pour moi - Jan 7, 2007

bhagwan se phool mange 2 bagicha diya.pani manga 2 sagar dia. jab dost chahe 2 ye id diya.

Anonymous

- Dec 23, 2006

ov....hm.. she is such a material which is hard to be defined by words... a amxture o silk,cotton, jute and welll .... muslin. an ardent follower of our hindi teacher, she is a charming,studious and a softspoken little girl(mind u keep the opposites) and she has a lot of tallents-she is a real delight in class.... her melodious voice not only touches but pierces our ears and souls... 
puchu, cutie pie... u r rocking...

uuuuuuuuuuggggg .phew......wateva - Dec 21, 2006

okie i have been asked to do d toughest job on earth and dats rtn a testi............and dat also 4 sum1 lk this gal......o.v...ok.mmmmmmmmmm.....to begin with she is ma best frndz and i think dats enough to prove dat she is a good gal.lol..........she is a complete sweetheart who goes crazy actually is crazy............and let me tell ya ppl 1 thng once we were asked by the fevicol company to do an advertisement 4 them..............the reason u also "stick" together.............ov ....i tell u ppl is 1 of ma bst frnd..nerd.......yeah.......unlike me very good in studies......a very good frnd and 1 thng dat v hav in common is dat v both can go on talkin hrs after hrs.........ov .....yeah lemme tell i mr thng she got an special award 4 skippin classes.........ms.ov d gr8.......i was also in d competetion but lost it to her .........lol go ahead u hav a gr8 future ahead of u...........