Sometimes I like being me. Sometimes not.

From 'best friends' to 'the person I once upon a time cried for'

Abira Jain

hello mam, kabhi kabhi humko bhi msg kiya kijiye...

Shahnaaz Jahan

hi abira, how r u , no news at all, how was ur trip , waise happy anniversary,
i had been to bangalore last week for my sister in laws wedding, it was too tiring. wats up now, do keep in touch.

Hues Misfit

With the crimson spreading the rays of hope
The heart sings out a song
The song, the song, the old forgotten song
The one that has been forgotten back long
For she can't sing and he can't listen
Oh! what a fine pair of misfits

Then the ocher shines
And the world smiles along
But the eclipse formed stops it all
Togetherness's never formed
For he can't see and she can't show
Oh! what a fine pair of misfits

The orange again fills in the voids
The life leads the life of its choice
The ink spills and stories flow
Of persons we love and birds of flight
For he can't read and she can't but write
Oh! what a fine pair of misfits

Now the violets bloom
And merges with the ambiance around
While the dream scape lovingly awaits
And the soul blissfully sighs
For she can't sleep and he can't stop singing lullabies
Oh! what a fine pair of misfits

And then amidst the blue sheets
Far off from the shelter and street
The love making reaches its epitome
But right then breaks the last string
For he can't feel a thing and she can't help falling
Oh! what a fine pair of misfits. 

as Ria puts it... the "shesh paona" is over and now there's nothing left...
somewhere down the line, with the boshonter famous 'porikkha porikkha' hawa blowing and parents chitchatting and prefects flaunting the old familiar blue and white bonds of love... the world stands up and sings...
"Make me a channel of your peace..."
and I realise this IS the last time that I'm singing this as a student.
"to be loved as to love with all my soul"

Shei Kolkata... Ei Kolkata...

wrapped in the sunlit boshonto... merged by the voice of Anjan Dutta... clad in red white and pink...

Happy Valentines Day

Amar bichhchhiri ek tara

I love her... my friend philosopher and guide... back in class vii's "humne geet sunaye" days till today... she has been the one I absolutely love and adore and respect....
while the world has changed and so has "priorities", she has not, with the same old astei hobe and eto taratari jash na and love...
I love you

It's a non-stop disco

and for some weird reasons... the ones staying away from their homes seem more in love

"seem"

God Bless you all. The more the better (treats I mean) and the very dear friend, here is to you: I love you love not your love and love will keep us alive

Quotes of the day

"Results are out we are screwed chapter closed lets eat"- Bilu

"We are family shobai physics debo"- Bilu

"6 ta 7 hole dudhwala 9"- Wriju

"Sala *******chhele E ta k F kore manners shekhachhe"-Aritra

"Poster e kalker date r 18"- Sahin

"Khushiteo maal dukkheo maal... maal ta chai"-Deep

"Next year joint diye Pailan ei ashish"-Ankan

"8baje... 7pete hoy otei TCS otai bhalo... 8, 9 baje"'A'da

@everyone (i mean everyone)- superlove
change thyselves NOT

i hate so much of sugar around

heroes do break down... people do change... priority makes a packet of us all and amidst all the loudest of laughs (all thanks to olivia), the silent musings and mournings get hilighted and we hide them again from ourselves for ourselves...

P.S. too much of sugar around I hate

I find them immensely hot and nobody else does

I CARE?

Kill

But I could not find you

Cause if you hadn't found me
I would have found you

I would have found you

The magic man and I wonder how the love we read and dream about differs from the love we see around.

Let them hold the hands tight
Let them hear the silence of the night
Let them rise in love my love
The love that will soon be out of sight

while dozing off at the computer class sir started reading my old english copy where an essay said "Destination IIT" and it is an essay on very many things where i basically ridiculed the 'I' that I have become...

Kids we were, kid I was and now, as Olivia says, *********'r chorom ami... the 'ami' that is me

Itne paraye jo ho tum 

Pehle kabhi bhi nahi the

Mere jahaan mein gamo ki

Tum toh wajah hi nahi the...

Let's call the whole thing off

and the friday evenings still brings down that urge to go grab the black pens (two of them), give one to my feMALE  and start chitchatting at first bench, laugh out loudest when someone fails to answer, stay absolutely quite even at the stupidest questions. I have started to detest fridays.

There is a guilt of not meeting the 'father' we made, there is the question which i never answered, "ashamed" word from me still disgusts her and she says he loves me still...

To the man whom I LOVE, to the woman whom I LOVE
You two gave me what I lacked the most, a father a soul sister...
I Love You
The more I write the more it will seem like an understatement

Thank You

Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, is there a silence
In the bedroom and all around

Touch me now, I close my eyes
And dream away...

It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out

Make believing we're together
That I'm sheltered by your heart
But in and outside I turn to water
Like a teardrop in your palm

And it's a hard winter's day
I dream away...

It must have been love, but it's over now
It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without
It must have been love, but it's over now
It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows

It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out 


-Roxette

"Hey it's good to be back home again..."

 And someone says “I’ll still stay at hostel even if I get through ***” and there are others rather most of them who longs and longs and longs to get back to home sweet home all the while during their off and on bohemian stays at hostel.

So, is hostel life better than home? The hostelites would deny (except for the “fun” part) while the rest half would find the grass greener on the other side… but there are there are smiles and pictures I see when people get back home after so many very days which I don’t see otherwise… distance do make the heart go fonder and it always helps in a way when you work off and on towards a goal and you know that all the suffering will end up at home in a few days and that, keeps you going except for the “lucky” us who can’t stop taking things for granted… except for me who is yet to learn the values of the crazy woman.

Take Me Home, Country Roads...

okay so the newest hush hush is all about the "new" zodiac signs... my first reaction was- 'nonsense'.
this is how it supposedly is


Capricorn: Jan. 20 – Feb. 16
Aquarius: Feb. 16 – March 11
Pisces: March 11 – April 18
Aries: April 18 – May 13
Taurus: May 13 – June 21
Gemini: June 21 – July 20
Cancer: July 20 – Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10 – Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16 – Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30 – Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23 – 29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29 – Dec. 17
Sagittarius: Dec. 17 – Jan. 2


and my reaction yet again is... NONSENSE!
I am a VIGRO. that's it.
i wonder how does it matter? this might be utter crap and might not be... the hypocrite me will shout out loud, "how on earth does it matter" but... i AM a virgo!
still

Over sized tee!!!

after a lomba day and sayan's poem ka book which arose many questions, google saved my mind.
here it is
magi is A caste of priests, philosophers, and magicians
maggi is pearl and a name

MAGIC!

Chhoti chhoti chhitrai yaadein

Bichhi huyi hain lamho ki lau mein

Nange paer unpe chalte chalte 

Itni dur aa gaye hum

K ab bhul gaye hain joote kaha utare the

Edi komal thi jab aayethe

Todi si nazuk hain abhi bhi

Aur nazuk hi rahegi

In khatti mithi yaadon ki shararat

Jab tak inhe gudgudate rahegi

Sach, bhul gaye hain joote kaha utare the

Par lagta hain k ab unki zarurat nahi

-Udaan

Ab unki zarurat nahi

Kyun k bachpan se thama tha apne nanhe haath mere

Ladkharaye the jab kadam sahara diya apne

Dekha hai pyar apke aakhon main

Jab aansu aaye aankhon main mere

LAu pe chalte aaye hai aur chalte rahenge

Dard na hoga mehsus paas jab tak hain aap mere

-SC

to the one who wore maroon every time i wanted her to
i love you
god bless

The magic man speaks

" I am not in love with him, I just love him too much"

and this statement during a random conversation deserves my bow :)

Ta she jotoi kalo hok
Ami dekhechhi taar kalo horin chokh
Krishnakoli mai tarei boli