Since I am jobless, I am going to write a detailed study. Since you are busy, you need not read this. Since you are judging me, bleh.

I have two major kinds of people flooding my facebook wall.

   1. The ones who are scared about the future job scenario

   2. The ones who are getting married

The ones who are scared about the future job scenario are again of three types

   1.1. The ones who got placed and did not get the offer letter

   1.2. The ones who got/might get placed and will not like the kind of job

   1.3. The ones who are struggling to bag the first job

Now there was a huge boom during pre and post Durga Pujo months about how people are getting placed and how they are grateful to this man and that woman for their success and all of the normal sappy status messages followed. Few months down the line people are now beginning to worry because the momentary happy feel has passed, the job security (almost) made them study NOT for the entrances to higher studies, no offer letter, let alone the joining letter has come and college is about to end. Then again there are the kinds who have been placed at companies, or the ones who know it for a fact that the kind of institutions they study in, they would bag a heavy reputation reflecting job in a month or so, if they want. Now the problem with this lot is the fact that they are not happy with the job. The soap bubble that they have forever lived in during +2 when they dreamed big and college days when they thought life is drama flick which would be designed the way they wanted, is bursting. Now this soap bubble is not like the plain dream bubble which when bursts would make you deal with reality. This is a mighty soap bubble which will make you cry with its little drops entering your dream zone and sucking it over. So hence comes all the frustration and depression of not getting the planned life. The third variety, the ones who are struggling to bag the first. Although they know it for a fact that once they get a job, the same frustration of sticking to the job, oiling and pleasing the seniors, lack of holidays, leaving city and that jazz would follow, but the momentary peace is missed. They have the acid comments from home (sympathy or anger) working against them. Thus follows the cutting down from friends and depression spreading all around.

So people have started to take pleasure in sadness. Self pity as I call it. Self pitying is absolutely ruining the world because people have actually started to enjoy doing it. Maa always called me an escapist because I like blaming somebody or the other for all my failure or unfulfilled desires, which are many. Now what I see her point when I find the whole wide world doing the same. God bless the handful who are happy and content and are complaining not.

Now about the ones getting married. They have three kinds of people, more specifically friends around them, commenting and sharing

2.1. The married friends for giving tips

2.2. The no plan to be married soon friends for ‘I-wish’

2.3. The no plan to be married soon friends for ‘why’

The batch that passed their class 12 from school in 2006! The didis of this batch have been getting married right from the beginning of 2013 and the process is on. Shreyoshi di, Angel di, Sudakshina di, Sreemoyee di, Baishakhi di, Srijita di and well too many. Now these didi-s have their married friends telling them not to get married. I have actually seen the friends coming out in public and telling them to go for love tests and compatibility tests and what not before getting married because they have had bad experiences themselves. The other set of friends have sighs and when-will-this-happening to me comments because they want to get married. The most irritating set of people in the whole scenario are these aunties, uncles, fathers, mothers and old school teachers pinching and commenting on the friends of the bride about when is their turn. The friends who genuinely do not want to get married right away (and this is just a handful of them) have fun counter comments and status’ to these get-married-soon-beta talks. This is the only bit that I have fun reading.

Since I have no work, I browse through all of this and come up with long blog posts that no one will probably read. I see my present and future in these people. Now you must be thinking I need a life because there are other fun and exciting things to do in life other than just thinking about jobs and weddings. Well yes right. Who likes strings being attached anyways?  But I am just this and this is all that I have been doing these days, other than weaving scenes of course. Oh and have you watched Yeh jawani and cried? No? You surely will not get the point that I tried to make then. I am not quite getting the point myself though. Winter is over and after the dreadful summer of 2010, I have absolutely no strength of facing the summer of 2014 with the same set of disappointments, if there are. Talking of disappointments, I think we have started to live with them long ago. I atleast have, so that also explains why I am not freaking out (well pretending not to) at the things that I should and writing this baseless random post! Except for that one cousin of mine who could commit suicide at a disappointment. I have always wondered about the mental state of people committing suicide. So these people lack courage or have extra courage to do what they do.  Gosh I am becoming old!

As my German teacher says, Tschuss!

P.S. This language actually has a vulgar tinge to it.

Oh and this amazing song that I even sing in my sleep these days

So, should I call you the winter?

Or the mighty winter sun?

Dare I name thee

Dare I call you my own

Yet when I pen you in my crimson tales

With the night dawning above,

All the doors just shut behind

Making way for love.

-Abhishikta

LOOP!

Happy Birthday! :)

Shukh Pakhider Shesh Asroy Shonar Khachay

Madly Bangali certainly is the Bangla movie that I've watched the maximum number of times and every time, every time I watch it, I get really really upset. Over? I don't know what. I think there was some other post on this movie in this blog. I happened to watch it first right after class 12 boards. Those were tough times. My joint entrance results were out and my rank was mighty 42369! HS results were not out yet and the WBJEE did wonders to my confidence. YES.
I was not particularly impressed with the story line or the acting or anything for that matter. The songs however I have loved. Each song of the movie sets in a happy gloom. When they sang 'Tania' at the end of the movie, at JU, I had dreams of joining JUDE. I really got glittery eyed at the song. When they sang 'Koto ki korar chhilo j', today, I remembered that late night at the Bilaspur station when I was actually out of options but join some random Engineering college at Chattisgarh. 'Maula' is probably the only happy song of the movie which instantly makes me sad.
The endless blabbering this late at night absolutely testifies how deeply this movie touches me every time. Few months down the line when and if I leave town, I know I would be hearing the two specific city based songs of the movie over and over again. When I learned how to make the chord shapes on the Guitar, the only thing that I looked forward to was this move and its songs. Not that I am saying these are extremely wonderful or technical or difficult for that matter. Today, one winter later when I brought out the dusty instrument out of case, I played them again.
When, which class I don't remember, we had Solitary Reaper with the last 'the music in my heart I bore' line (or was it Solitary Reaper?)  our English teacher gave us an essay to write on the most influential song of your life. I had nothing to write. Back then I thought some high figh ingriji song would make me look all cool and hep and wrote something on those lines. I wish we were given that thing to write today. Now that this post is slightly taking how-school-was-better turn, I would rather finish it here. Not that you care. Not that I care.
Ting.