Wednesday, August 27, 2014

100HAPPYDAYS

I started this thing called 100happydays 5 days ago, hoping to complete it. After 4 days of posting tiny bits of the happy moments from each of the past four days, I quit the game today.

I though the game is about self enlightening and finding happiness in most mundane things. I was THIS close to posting an old happy photo and cheating by saying that is clicked today. However, it was a nice experience.

Also I realised, there cannot be happiness every day. There cannot be sadness as well. There shall be rainbow and the rain and the sun. And you might just choose to love or hate all. That does not change the fact that I want something nice to happen to me soon! 

If you are interested, do try this

Monday, August 18, 2014

Kitty Tail


A fat cat
Pee-ed where she sat.
-Abhishikta

And no I don't a doctor. I just think this poem is just too cool and has deep situational inner meaning. I am too proud of it now :D
Enjoy. Re-read. Learn. Pass on. Share.
Humko Nobel milega ji





A complementary song as well!
That too. Phoeeeeeeeebeeeeee :*

Saturday, August 16, 2014


ছিলনা তার রাশি রাশি মিথ্যে কথায় হাসি,
নাই ছিল রূপ, নাই ছিল মান|
খালি ছিল ছাদের পাশে এক ঘরের বিলাশিতা,
আর ছিল কিছু ভুল, ধুলো পরা গান|

- অভিষিক্তা

Monday, August 11, 2014

2000


I am in class III and I write with ink pens and at times, I get to use gel pens.  It is a big deal. Till last class we only had pencils. I am not allowed to write with ball point pens because the GK teacher thinks that our handwriting will be hampered with dot pens. Nobody writes with a dot pen but Protiti. She is so cool! She revolts against GK miss and uses dot pens. Wow!


It just appeared to me that gel pens are costlier than ink pens. Sapna mentioned it to me. I just have two gel pens, both Add Gels, the coolest of the lot! I keep one at home and take one at school. Along with two ink pens. It is also the first time that I understand how money matters. I save the Gel Pens for special occasions like the classes with Samantha Miss! How much I like when she praises me.

One day Samantha Miss announces our first term result date. I dress up in my very pretty new floral skirt and go to school with Maa to collect the report card. I have stood first in my class for the last 4 years in all terms; this year would be the same. I will also get to have the BIG cone from Kwality after the result, like every time. Maa would be there after all to bring me home, not the bus kaku like every day. I will also eat the kool and aamshi that all the girls who go home with guardians everyday get to have because they don’t have the bus kaku stopping them. 

I reach up to Samantha Miss, our class teacher and smile a happy smile at her. My floral skirt looks so lovely! She hands the report card to Maa, talks something in accented English, pulls my cheek and we come out of the class. I am just too excited to have the Cone. My first howar instant prize. A cassette from the most recent movie of Shahrukh will come in the evening. Like every time. I am just too happy. Maa tells me 'third hoyechhish' with a smile while we are walking towards the canteen and my heart breaks. It breaks so bad that I refuse to have the ice cream cone that is so rare and loved. I am chocked. I am shocked. I just cannot have the Ice Cream today. I am ashamed. 

My first major heartbreak! 


Sunday, August 10, 2014




ভাবতাম একদিন কবি হব।
কি লিখব ভাবিনি।
শুধু জানতাম,
যে কবি হব।
আয়নার সামনে স্পিচ প্রাকটিস,
আর রান্ডম কিছু শব্দ নিয়ে আতলামি,
এই ছিল আমার কবি হবার হাতেখড়ি।
আজ যখন পাচটা শব্দ একসাথে জুড়তে পারিনা,
গড়তে  পারিনা সেই planned জীবন,
খালি মনে হয় সে সব ই ছিল ছেলেমানুষী।
তবুও তো ছিল কিছু
সম্ভব অসম্ভব স্বপ্ন।
আজ স্বপ্ন দেখতেও ভয় লাগে,
বা,
স্বপ্ন দেখার স্বাধীনতা ই বা কোথায়?
আজ তাই ভাবতে দ্বিধা হয়,
যে একদিন কবি হব।

- অভিষিক্তা

Friday, August 8, 2014

When you think of me someday,

Would I be the kid with hidden treasure
Neatly buried at the backyard?
Or would I be the 'boring' old gran
Repeating the same old stories from start?
Would you think of me
Like the nightmare that never lets you sleep?
Or the torn old denim
That you love so deep?


Like a fading morning dream. Fading?

-Abhishikta