Wednesday, December 31, 2014

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 :*

Sunday, December 28, 2014

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.

Friday, December 26, 2014

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 *_*




Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Friday, December 19, 2014

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

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

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.


Friday, December 12, 2014

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.


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

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.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

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!