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