Shady

Because every Bollywood movie has a second half
It is the same second half in which the heroine sobers down and wears mono colored Salwars :/

 Kajol wore Salwar Kameez during the post heart break phase of her life in Kuch Kuch Hota Hain
 Kareena did the same with more mundane and pastel shades in Jab We Met
 Amisha Patel wore the Light colored Salwars after Hrittik died in Kaho Na Pyaar Hain
 Katrina was all white and pretty in Salwar before she proposed in Jab Tak Hain Jaan

Moral: I saw all of these movies TODAY
And YES I need help
And
Good Girls wear Salwar?
Eh :/

And all Good Girls In Salwars are THIN
Do we not have enough things to worry about already?

Ah Okay I meant
Do you not have enough things to worry about already?

Thispostisshadyandyoubettergoofftosleepnow :)

And while you go off
Eta Shono

BeCAUSE I Am Jobless

1. Name?
 Abhishikta

2. Do you like lightning?

   YES!

3. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair?

    Ah! Yesh

4. Last person you said ‘i hate you’ to?

   The invisible net man :/

5. Rain or sunshine?

   Brishti! Forever and always! Shine will perfectly do as well though :P

6. Last stupid thing you said to anyone?

   Last? :P

7. Biggest turn off?

   Ven-u-rite-lyk-dis

8. Favorite movie?

   Like One? :/

9. Would you date someone who smokes?

   *left eye bow lift*

10. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?

     Might just

11. What’s your biggest turn on, physically?

     Beauty bones :D Yes! No matter how feminine that is :D

12. Have you hit on a friend's boyfriend?

      No.

13. Have you ever missed someone and regretted breaking up with them?

      Missed? May be. Regretted? Nope.

14. Have you ever dated someone more than once?

      Na ji

15. If you could go on ONE DATE with any celebrity, who would it be?

    Shahrukh Khan

  

16. Do you hold grudges? 

      Hell YES :D

  

17. Missing someone?

      No

18. Are you happier single or in a relationship?

      Single. Happy. Explains everything.

19. How important are looks?

      Not much. There is only one is Richard Gere :D

20. Would you rather date someone who was SUPER-HOT or someone who was nice?

      Naaice

21. Would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?

     How very stupid :O

     

22. If someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?

     No

23. Have a crush on someone?

      YES *smiling ear to ear*      

24. are you spoiled?

      YES

  

25. Last person to see you cry?

      Kishob :D

  

26. Are you a forgiving person?

      I wonder

  

 27. Would you ever confess your feelings to a guy?

     First? :D
     Nah :P

28. Are you the typical girl who’s addicted to gossip?

      Ah yes bilkul :P

30. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?

      :) 

31. Would you leave the house without makeup on?

      Always 

  

32. Is pink truly the best color in the entire universe?

      White IS

33. Have you stalked anybody on facebook?

     Arre so many of them :D

32. What color do you absolutely despise?

       Orange and Yellow

33. Are you irritated by these questions?

     Bored

  

34. Do you like hugs and kisses?

      :P 

35. Ever made a prank phone call?

      So very many much more wore core dore lore times :D

  

36. What did you want to be when you were growing up?

     So many things. TTE being the first one 

37. Favorite guilty pleasure?

     Chocolates. Of all types and colors and sizes. 

  

38. Toughest decision u had to take?

     Decisions freak me out. Tough. All of them. 

39. What do you hate about your school?

     Not a thing. NOT A THING.

  

40. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?

     :D 

  

41. Is your life simple or complicated?

     Shohoj :)

42. Are you taller than 5′4″?

     Got me there :D

    Hence this ends :D 

Happy Birthday

To the woman once said
"Never let your left hand know what your right hand has done"
which stands as one of the few things that I would always remember.

I wish I could wish her in person
I wish she still stayed at Beck Bagan
I wish I could call her today, sing the birthday song and have Why-Gokhale-Is-(NOT)-Better-Than Diocesan debates
I wish Damam was right here

And hence I will sing the song aloud
And will have extra chocolates
And will put on
And hope to see her again.
Sometime?

Hence Proved =P

As The Sun Completes One More Round

To the year that was
To the year that would be
Cheers :)

If You Care Enough For The Living

Someone said 

How exactly are YOU, "Yes YOU" , going to STOP Rape??

What will be your exact contribution after going out on a candle light march??

Will you next time slap you friend who stares at a lady and says "WOW!! WHAT AN ASS"

Nope. You shall laugh it Off.

Why? Because he is your friend, and he was "Joking"

Well people have either been talking about Rape or about Rape (Till yesterday of course since today they already have Earthquake and the sudden Winter to talk about). And as Bilu rightly pointed out that nobody cared much about a recent rape case at a village of West Bengal but protesting for the media hyped one and Abhro said that the candles are not good enough to melt the hearts of the rapists, Olivia shouted saying that there is no point in walking a mile when we cannot even stand tall against the college misdoing.

I initially was extremely annoyed by the flood of copied facebook status messages and the black dot display pictures of those who virtual cared, virtually protested and virtually fought. 

I was shaken by the incident, so was most of the people. But people overdid everything. So did the Government.

The Saturday afternoon plan got cancelled and I immediately asked everyone if they were free. People agreed and we were there to add on to the crowd. To be very honest, I was there to see how it really feels, if things really are the way they show in movies. That is quite a shameful thing though. 

What I saw.

People clicked.

People got clicked.

People held candles and posed happily for facebook.

Sir and Sujoy rolled on laughing at a poster that said "Don't get raped"

I got irritated by a gang of students stopping at every possible place for group photos with candles and banners.

It is a shame that there is no stern rule against rape.

It is a shame that people who cares actually cares just for the camera.

But yes, there were people who actually shouted for justice.

There were people with moist eyes.

There were people who stood up against all the back tides.

There were people who were there without public announcements of their presence.

There was an entire generation together. 

I saw Unity. 

Whatever be the reason, people were there.
Together.

For a Cause (and WITH A CAUSE)

And as far as I am concerned, I am just happy that I was a part of it.

And the beautiful Damini or whatever your name is dearest, 

God Bless!

Today I saw this picture. 

And I bowed.

Virtually.

Again.

Just like You.

Shamefully Yours

Photographs- courtesy: Aniket Khatua

"I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend."

Love

কি হবে আগামীকাল?
আমি বাঁচতে চাই
এবং...

Every Song I Sing I'll Sing For You When I Come Back Bring My Wedding Ring!

And off I go =]

And I always say.

Remember Me.

Just In Case You Know =P

And Pocha asks
"You Wannabe Wat"

I say

Very Lucky!

A: But NO ONE talks to me like that

A: Get used to it.

Maa left for Chhattisgarh. The house looks and sounds and is empty.

The exams! Let's not talk about them. If you are about to say the same old things that I am sick and tired of hearing, please excuse me. You don't understand.

I wish Hirak had not mentioned the non eligibility to appear for placements once I flunk in Discrete.

The less talking and less laughing caused by the little bundle of pain at the end of my lower lip is not treating me well.

Things seem wonderfully distorted.

I do realize that I have started to NAG a LOT of late.

Ignore this if you may.

P.S I do not like empty houses. I do not like sleeping alone the day before exam. I admit the embarrassing truth that I need to sleep beside Maa so that I feel protected from the exam monster the day before.

P.P.S I so wish to sit for placements like everybody else around this time next time. I want to be lucky this time. One last time.

R.I.P.

9th of December, three days from today the city will go all vocal and moist about the AMRI fire mishap and that would mark the 365 and 1 day after I last prayed for Nana .

I have forever had a very sweet and diplomatic face towards most of the people around, at times, even against the strong urge to hit them right on their face (that I accept is a very bad quality), but Nana was someone I have grown up shouting at, and mostly, at non-funny situations. My fondest memories of childhood would include Nana taking me to the park every evening and buying me bhutta. The Durga Puja-s and “Roth”s were always passed getting all the pampering  from people all over the para with the same old “arre o toh tamal er bhaiji”. Everyone knew him. From purono para to ei para, people just know him as he would randomly help people with their luggage and shopping bags. Nana would take immense pride over getting to do small favors for me, especially when Maa or anyone else of the more normal ones of the family asked for it. The mentioning of the normal is absolutely intentional because the rest of the world secretly or openly thought that he was not one.

I have grown up watching him getting advised, being suggested, on what he will wear, on what he would eat, where he would go, when he would come, whom he should marry, how he should save and what not. Back in the days of old Amma-bari, I remember the alarm clock ringing at our room every morning when Baba would wake up to wake him up at 6 for his morning shift at the not-so-prestigious-office because every other place required ‘normal’ people. At around 7, Kaku would go and check of he actually went to work or bunked it like most of the days. When he came back at 12, I felt extremely happy to get back someone I could bully till Maa returns at night. Thus went my childhood with Nana picking me up even when there was a Maashi to do the needful every day after school from bus stand to home.

He would always say “taka chai taka?” and then bring out the only 25paise coin with a sad face and I would say “thak ota. Pore ota diye ekdin Phuchka khabo”. I always thought Nana was “Gorib” and therefore everyone helped him, because I always saw people paying for all of the things that he needed and hence, even the pochish poisha that he offered, in those days of childhood when I though 5takar coin< two 1 rupee coins, made me feel, made him sad. At the lunch hours, he would finish off his fish first before even touching the rice and then would have the rest of the normal members of the family offer their half to him. He loved food. He loved love. And he was loved.

I have grown up regretting the way I treated him. I always took him for granted. Planted a slap every now and then if he denied acting according my wish. I had been at my rude best for the first six years of my life when I treated him like a piece of shit, like someone who is absolutely not important, and most importantly, like someone who should be AT MY SERVICE, always. I can never forgive myself for all those summer nights and winter afternoons when I too was a part of the fun-making-gang non- advertently of his various foolish incidents. He on the other hand, would always be as sweet as one can be, to me. He did not let Maa scold me EVER. In case I have not mentioned, Nana was my Kaku.

He WAS, because he died on the 8th of December 2011 at AMRI, the day before the hospital was burnt down, almost. What happened to him and Why is a long story altogether but HE made winter all the more sad for me. It was today, just a year ago when Maa drove me all the way to AMRI at 1:50 am, the whole family waiting for news needed food and blanket. I must mention here that I avoid going to hospitals and they cause nausea. That night which followed my Physics semester exam was spent at the hospital because no one moved an inch towards home. Everyone cried, everyone prayed and I have never seen a sadder scene.
I have never seen my family so worried about money till those days last year when they went up to the extent of taking gold loans as an option after AMRI attached some XYZ machine to his body that charged 10lakhs per hour. Yes, per HOUR. There had been only hospital talks and money calculations and family fund discussions and tears since November last year and finally, 8th of December 2011, 5am in the morning, the news was delivered. The semester exam was due after some time that day itself. And thus, I could him see him last.

I miss him more than I can imagine missing someone. I miss him more than I miss Mejo-pishi who died a similar death. The sight of his son will give you a thousand deaths when he would blankly stare at Nana’s photo. Nana loved me more than he loved Habul; I knew this a matter of fact! There is a tinge of regret when I remember him today for all the times I did not value him. I wish I had kept one of those 25paise coins that he offered throughout the childhood days. The last time he told me, “Dekhish Guria toke biyete ami ki dei!” and I laughed. That was bhai fota last year. That also was the last time I saw him. I went to hospitals after that though but never ended up visiting his bed for my own selfish reasons.

But. Today. The same night.  ALMOST the same night. And. On most of the nights. I can at times hear him say.
TAKA CHAI TAKA?

G Em D

:/ and more of :/ and yet some more of :/ AND a LOT of :(

1. People Who Take Maths "Short Test"

2. Algorithm Experts

3. One Night-One Subject Specialists

4. Eco Toppers

5. Midnight Microprocessor Question Senders

6. Afternoon Nap Skippers

DISAPPEAR

And

WBUT,

Die PLEASE

Ah Fairytales!

While she listened to the song that she had always wanted someone to sing for her someday, there was someone she once knew at the doorstep, on his knees.

“I am here Rapunzel, just as I had promised”

“But it’s too late my love, the years have swept past and I am not the same.”

“My love for you has not changed my princess, across the barriers of time and tide, you remain to be, my muse.”

“And muse is beautiful only in your dreams whereas the thorns have overgrown and overshadowed the flower that they once were a part of.”

“I do not understand my dear, all that I know is that I love you. I am all yours and you are all mine. Come what may.”

“Come what may?”

“Come what may.”

And then she removed the veil and the hat and immediately the prince vanished like the million others.

Out There Where the Light Ends

Toodles

Taking some time off till the Omnipotent decides to shed some light again.

So, it is November at Kolkata (and everywhere else of course).
The time when the sun at noon is sultry but pleasant in the morning. When you wake up with a sore throat and slight headache for the incessantly revolving fan and since your laziness prevents you to pull the 'chador' on. The winter garments are not out yet the bed-sheet-replacing-blankets are many. The wait for 13th and Jab Tak Hain Jaan's release (no byaka mukh now) continues and so does the typical winter smell in the dry wind that has started to blow during the afternoon. The mothers go crazy on olive oil and body lotion. 'Komola Lebu' fills in the fruit basket and one gets the luxury of keeping the hair open at all times of the day without sweat (except for the soon-to-become-bald ones like me who have just a few of them left on the scalp).
Last good days before the shanghtik sheetkal (terrible winter) sets in post Kaali Pujo. Hibernation will soon start. How I hate winter :(
Till then, enjoy!

P.S. Did I mention sem :(

From "Koel toh puro chom chom Durga" by the random phuchkawala outside the doctor's chamber at Mahalaya to the endless plans, dressing up, meeting people after ages, anjalis, late late late, bhog, checking the kartiks of the crowd and what not! Pujo is almost over and off I go ghurte. And just in case I die, Remember Me =P
and somewhere I am not very happy about not being able to do the boi chhoyano this time although the sudden dark neighbourhood at ekadoshi after the timely and untimely brightness during pujo is depressing.
And while I go, I shall miss.

Neither the best of times nor the best of health

But

MAHALAYA works like Magic!

“Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala
Bura Na Milya Koi
Jo Mann Khoja Aapna
Toh Mujhse Bura Na Koi”

There was once a time during the growing up years of blame games when I first heard this ‘doha’ from Maa and I need not mention that she explained the meaning too. I never, as a matter of fact NEVER read/ wrote Hindi except for the three exams at school every year. Maa always read out the stories that were there in the syllabus the day before exam and THUS I still have no idea of whether to use the “Badi e” or “Chhoti e” in whichever spelling.

 Having a Mamabari at Madhya Pradesh made me over confident about my Hindi skills, I never cared to read things myself and thus the spellings always pulled my marks down. (But to the person who thinks ‘pheeka’ is stale, I knew and still know MORE of Hindi :D )

So as I was saying, Mahalaya is almost here, Momma is on a super cleaning spree AGAIN! :@
From somewhere came out this book of “Kabir k Dohe” and I reread the only ‘doha’ that I know absolutely correctly.

“If you need someone to blame
Throw a rock in the air
You'll hit someone guilty ”

And if you just thought this post is about something concrete and leading to something even more concrete. Bleh :P

To Life... AMEN!