Gehenna And The Antediluvian

2010-03-23T10:49:00.001+05:30

2009-12-18T23:41:00.002+05:30

Good evening fellas. Its been quite a while since your friendly neighbourhood wanna be emo kid paid a visit to this almost defunct blog but here I am (yippee!) and I'm sure I shall be blogging a tad bit more often.
This place has become a sort of emotional dump for me. Heck, everything has become an emotional dump for me. The other day I went an publicised my personal affairs on facebook. Yes, dear reader, FACEBOOK! I think, it was at that point, that I reached a new low. When my uncle who happened to be on facebook (damn, I forgot about limited profile) told his wife (my aunt) who went and tattle taled to my mother, thats about the time I realised how pathetic it is to expect empathy from random stangers who lurk in and around my facebook. I did. On a sub conscious level, I wanted all the smpathy and 'aww-ness' I could possibly get. Truth is, I didn't get any and when I did, it didn't really matter.
I don't feel like writing anymore. I should work. I'll put up a tag I did and didn't put up, which I'll have to change due to circumstances which has changed.

2009-11-11T10:12:00.001+05:30

I wonder if I'm easy to forget.

2009-09-30T15:35:00.000+05:30

If only you knew how much I was missing you. I'm missing you so much.

2009-09-30T13:16:00.000+05:30

This year's love had better last.

2009-08-21T01:28:00.001+05:30

I need to stop trying to play my cards well and start being myself.

2009-08-15T01:22:00.002+05:30

and orkut/blogger does not work well unless i'm on google chrome. i find that highly disturbing.

to you, you know who you are

2009-08-02T01:08:00.005+05:30

There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling
oh don't lose your head

you didn't do anything wrong. We didn't do anything wrong.

2009-07-26T14:29:00.004+05:30

There's a chair in my room that is really comfortable. It looks like one of those corporate chairs that, say a manager of a privatised bank, would use. You can lie back and relax and watch a movie on it and its one of the nicest chairs I've ever sat on.
This chair, when I first got it (I stole it from my office.. they were actually thinking of throwing this beautiful chair away!) was difficult to get used to. See, the recline is a bit fast. What I mean is, if you went from the normal sitting position to its full recline, the chair would just drop back. You would feel as if you're falling, the chair has slipped and you would, at any second, hit floor. The thing about the chair is that it would, eventually, stop at its full recline and you would feel like you're on heaven.
My life, at this moment, feels like the point from sitting to the full recline. Like I need to grab onto something or I'll fall. Like a 'tummy tickler' on the road. Its like I'm falling down from somewhere. But my pockets are full of cotton and I'll keep throwing them so that when I land, I can land safely and not get hurt.

2009-07-19T23:28:00.004+05:30

If you told me a year ago that today my life would be like this, I would never have believed you. I wanted a simple life. I wanted happiness in little drops- a smile now and then, a dog to greet me when I come back home, a hammock to relax on sundays and I would have been satisfied. Things have changed so much. Priorities, perspective, goals, life and everything I thought that would never change.
I'm used to changed. It comes with the school I was in. People would come and go all the time. I'd have new friends all the time. Its not that I'm not used to change. I am. Its just that everytime it happens, it still manages to surprise me. Oh here we go again.

2009-06-14T23:40:00.002+05:30

the surrealistic wonderwall. the living trance. stranger things have happened before and after noon. we drove into the sand, burning tires and smoke, and metal on concrete and we managed to get out of there with only a few scratches. i love driving in the rain. i love driving. Its a high that is unfathomable, greater than anything I have experienced before or will again.

This is short but i know, when i read this, what last night was all about. This one is dedicated to all who were there. Moments make up my life and some of which I'll never forget, others will fade into oblivion and last night was a series of moments that will always remain... somewhere.

2009-05-24T10:21:00.003+05:30

back from one trip and and I'm already wondering about the next. i can't seem to sit still. I need to travel. to see. to learn. To absorb.

I don't want to settle down. I want to roam. free.

i can't sit still. I need to walk. I need to run.

2009-05-08T11:40:00.003+05:30

I Am
an enigma unto myself

I Want
world domination

I Have
a plan

I Wish
that it would work

I Hate
things that come in my way

I Fear
infinity

I Hear
the whispers of forgotten gods

I Search
for answers to questions that were never asked

I Wonder
too much about trivial things

I Regret
wasted time

I Love
too many things that don't deserve it

I Ache
because my of shoulders which is injured. too my weight. the weight of the world.

I Always
look for signs

I Usually
listen to music

I Am Not
as evil as I think I am

I Dance
like a madman on cocaine

I Sing
when i'm winning

I Never
try hard enough when I should

I Rarely
hurt people as much as I would like to

I Cry
sometimes. very rarely. but when it rains it pours

I Am Not Always
doing something i ought to be doing

I Lose
a couple of things here and there

I'm Confused
when i think about things I shouldn't be thinking about

I Need
a new perspective

I Should
get back to the basics

I Dream
kaleidoscopic dreams

Its been a while since I've blogged. I guess I just didn't feel like it. I watched Milk, Doubt, revolutionary road, season 7 of the apprentice and a lot of other things.

thats all folks.

for now.

2009-04-29T23:01:00.001+05:30

The longest day of my life is going to end in the next 10 minutes. basketball, driving, swimming, doctor, photoshoot for glass onion.

I really want to blog about all the stuff thats swimming in my mind. really. but. i. need. sleep. or. my. body. will. shut. down. FORCEFULLY.

song of the moment - the killers - dustland fairytale

Groove Slam work it back

2009-04-26T18:10:00.004+05:30

'Bhalo Bashar raki, bhalobhashar rakhi' is a tune I'll never forget. I would never have forgotten the song either if it wasn't it bangla. I remember Usha Uthup singing the english portion though 'I never want to have to see you suffer in any way. Here's a symbol to protect you, keep you safe every day' in the tune of some christmas carol. I can't forget it because for an entire day, it blared in my ears while I went around collecting money to build a neuro-science institute.

Ok, Here is what it was all about. An NGO has taken it upon themselves to raise funds for an upcoming neuroscience institute which would offer the latest technology at a really low price for people who can't generally a. afford the high cost of treatment for their neurological diseases and b. had to travel to other cities/countries for treatment. So what they were offering sounded good to me. International treatment at an affordable rate right here in Kolkata.

The good samaritan that I am, I signed up for a day of helping out this NGO. How do they they expect to raise the money for the hospital? Selling 'Bhalobhashar rakhi' or 'Thread of love' to give to your loved ones for a princely sum of 100 Rupees. I thought it was ridiculous. Even more ridiculous was the amount that they needed to raise which was a whopping 15 crores,

So my friend and I bravely went to Mani Square to do this deed. We thought there would be like, at least 10 people doing this, but surprise no.2 was that we were the only two campers there.

We were bored, We had strings to con people with so we did what two idiots would do on a sunday afternoon, we went out and started doing our trick to get them to buy the 'thread of love'.

We had a few funny moments.

1. Ad Approaches a man, give him the low-down in 15 minutes about what we're doing, what the money was for, how it would benefit people etc etc. The whole sha-bang. This man looks blankly at him, puts his hands around his shoulders, says 'no problem' and walks off. like, y'know, it's good you're doing this but, you know, like fuck off or something. haha.

2. Ad starts on the opening speech, man interrupts and says 'I'm sorry but I have to run.', Ad, already a bit annoyed at the number of people who has evaded the opener says, 'go run' the man walks a bit, looks back, sees us looking at him, does a bit of a on-spot jogging thing and then starts walking away. wtf?!

3. Me making a sale to a guy and girl.

me : .............. and you should buy it for your girlfriend here.

man : she's my sister!

me:oh ok, then you should buy it for your sister. don't you love your sister (yada yada)

girl : Don't we look like brothers and sisters?

me : no, you look a lot better than him, to me

girl : dekho, for that you shouldn't buy it!

me : What?! You should make him buy 2 now, I was being so nice to you!

... They bought one :)

There were a few disappointments. Like how this muslim mother started teasing her 5 year old that this was the way he begs her for money. I got rather mortified at that. And how this bengali man totally wasted like half an hour asking inane questions and not buying anything at the end.

And ofcourse, there was this cute girl called vandana mehta who's number i sneakily took down on my phone but haven't yet gotten the courage to call. Any of you know her? :P

I raised 2600 bucks that day. My friend raised 1700. Just on threads. I never went back after that day. I think I was supposed to get 300 bucks for it but I never went back to get it.

2009-04-25T18:17:00.002+05:30

Talking to my dad lately has become very depressing. He is a very different person from what I remember him to be. It's like he is emotionally detaching himself from life and willing to settle down to a much, quieter, reclusive life.

Now, if you know my dad even a wee bit, that isn't him at all. He is driven, loud, flashy, aggressive, no-nonsense, live-life-large type of a person. Now, he isn't. To be precise, He is exactly the opposite of the aforementioned traits. He has started counting the years till he retires, speaks philosophical stuff (oh god!), quietened down a lot, and he has started making plans to buy a house in a town and spend the rest of his life there.

I think I'm to blame for this transition. I was probably his drive. When I told him that I didn't want to run the family business, He sold it off. I don't know if he regrets that. I don't. I had made up my mind and I really think that what he is doing now i.e. consultancy, is a lot better for his health.

I wish it was the same person, who, when there was a bus and train strike in germany, got on an aeroplane in half an hour and caught a plane to france instead of lamenting the fact that we would be delayed by a day or two to reach there.

The same person who would drive his entire family and cruise down the highway at 160 km/h to Bangalore with me screaming at the back, or speed up right before a bump to make the car 'fly' while my sister and I bounced around like little balls at the back. It was a lot nicer back then.

2009-04-23T20:56:00.000+05:30

The weather is killing me. It’s all people talk about here. The weather. We’ve become like the British. Their conversation revolves around the weather, says a friend who thinks he’s an authority on the Brit way of life. If the weather is bad, they don’t have a conversation. And that explains their stiff upper lips.

So to beat the heat I go swimming. And to the gym. The buzzword in the gym is, a. the weather and, b. the recession. Recession makes everyone gloomy. Even Mr. D, who is usually a jolly old man over there and keeps making the stupidest of jokes and laughing at them himself. People laugh at his jokes because he keeps repeating them until at least one person laughs. There’s a little joke among the rest that he makes the jokes that we find behind those AIM matchboxes. So anyway, the best way to stop him from cracking his jokes is to mention ‘recession’. We don’t even joke about recession in front of him because of how sad he gets when he even hears the word. Like this joke about how women don’t wax anymore because there’s a recession. Stuff like that is kept away from Mr. D. And you probably feel sorry for Mr. D but don’t. His jokes are too stupid for words. I don’t even want to post a sample joke for posterity’s sake. It’s really bad.

I promised to myself that I wouldn’t drink anymore. I can’t keep that promise. I need to drink and when I tell myself that I shouldn’t and then I don’t drink for sometime but then I start drinking again given the first opportunity and end up drinking more than what I normally would have had. I keep rationalizing the binge drinking by telling myself that I’m keeping myself physically fit. How long can I keep doing that though?

Current mood – Dave Matthews Band - Grace is gone

2009-04-19T22:05:00.002+05:30

6 hours in an examination room. The last hour was spent in sweltering heat as there was a load-shedding. Now I don't whine about the heat but I've been an a.c. guy through and through. My school had a.c. classrooms which used to stink post-break but kept us cool. I can't live without the a.c. in my house or any other houses I may be in. I tried being tough and not use the a.c. as much as I do but I'm pampered, spoilt, and the equivalent of a british silly nanny. Back to where I was, there I was trying to finish my examination, sweat dripping down me as if I had just gotten out of a shower with my clothes on, cursing the institution in my head while stepping up a few notches of speed in order to be done with it and run away from there as fast as possible. When I did finish, I ran, hailed a cab and went home, thanking all the gods that I got out of there alive.

I reached home and whatddya know? It's load-shedding here as well! I panicked. For a moment, I thought that this was it. I called up Saturday club, they were out of current as well. It was a good 40 bucks from my exam center to my house and if both the places were out of electricity, could it mean that this was the beginning of the end? The apocalypse? The heralding of the four-horsemen? Was this it?

That was the thought that went through my mind. Maybe the infinite council has decided that this was the end. Then I began to rationalize things.

See, no matter how powerful or all-knowing the infinite council is, it cannot match the perseverance of our bengali engineers. If there was a Kolkata Knight Riders match tonight at 8 o' clock, then hell or high waters will not stop these great (but pathologically lazy) minds from joining forces to make sure that the show must go on no matter what. And that things get restored.

I was right. The power came back in less than an hour.

The apocalypse can wait another day. Maybe they'll reign it themselves when Ganguly quits. We saw it before, A second coming maybe?

Some interesting ads I came across while I was studying last night.

Remember these?

OandM won an award for this at the cannes.

this is one of the cutest ad ever!

I came across this and I remembered singing this jingle so often when I was muuuuuch younger. I'd idealize the girl as well. The girl who is walking on the road.

2009-04-18T17:52:00.003+05:30

Tomorrow, there is an exam that I should be studying for. I wish Lynda had a tutorial for tomorrow's exam as well. Lynda has a tutorial for everything. I'm learning Joomla using their tutorial. I learnt photography thanks to them. I believe I'm becoming extremely dependent on the tutorials. I wish they had a tutorial on life or something. A walkthrough if you may. How fun would that be. Oh shit, I'm stuck.. what would Lynda recommend?

hehe

Back to the exam. Marketing Management. Its good shit. Its easy enough.

And listening to the killer's singing the spaceman. I think that the killers used to sound better before. I mean, Mr Brightside, and when you were young sounds so much better than human and the space IMO. I'm not saying that the spaceman is bad, its just I didn't think that the killers would go all techno on us from their normal stuff which sounded like the nu-age rock band that I actually liked/identified with. The name, the songs, the lyrics... everything. Not since the days of nirvana and metallica (throw in guns and roses and bon jovi while you're at it) did I absorb a band so completely as I did the Killers. Now they've gone crappy on me. or have they? we shall wait and see. evolution is a good thing, says srin.

srin is too coolz. there has to be a limit to how coolz srin is. But there isn't. how sad. I hope ur reading this srin. haha.

shit, now I'm rambling. I should get back to the books.

2009-04-16T21:58:00.004+05:30

I spoke to her after four years. I think I haven't really spoken to her for a lot longer than that. There's a difference between speaking and really speaking. I can't really explain it.

When she picked up, it was as if I was talking to a ghost. The voice was something i had almost forgotten. almost. you don't forget voices like those.

We spoke for some time. She told me how she was. I told her my story thus far, trying to squeeze in all the years into a phone conversation.

The memories flooded back. I spent most of my waking life with her for three years. We'd hang out, hear the same music, play tennis at tolly (i sucked at it), swam for hours, danced in a class show (the music was 'dove l'amore' by cher) fought like cats and dogs, wake up at 6 and study on the phone before giving the maths exam. I remember her cheering so loudly when I beat the class topper at a commerce exam. I remember her complaining to our class teacher being lenient with me because i wrote 'imbecile' in a class paper. We'd make plans and go for movies and hang out and do all sorts of really stupid things all the time.

After she went away, we drifted apart. We'd meet every now and then. We'd always call each other on birthdays. It was hers about two weeks back and after going through a lot of people and friends I finally found her number and called her and wished her and really spoke to her for a long time.

I think I should start playing tennis again.

2009-04-08T10:11:00.002+05:30

Jaipur 2009 was a blast. Elephant polo, amer fort in all its glory, pretty girls from uk (who i will add on fb once i get back on it) staying at the regal suite at the jaipur club and ordering for stuff indiscriminately, and everything else.

Thank you for the memories :)

2009-04-04T20:45:00.000+05:30

the t-shirt a friend of mine is getting me from shillong.

Bhubhaneswar Trip

2009-03-16T14:43:00.012+05:30

Its funny how I could never quite keep blogs like the way I would like to. I wanted to keep a picture blog. Started one (www.polaroidreams.wordpress.com) but that died after the first two posts. I wanted to started a travel blog since coming back from the 'europe trip' and boy did I see stuff and have stories to tell. That blog was never even born.
So what I have left is my old faithful dumping ground a.k.a rum-n-coke where I write little bits of everything but not everything and feel mildly satisfied about it. This blog has been very good to me for the past, what, nearly four years now, unwavering in its determination to keep my memoirs so that I can't fade away without some form of me left behind.
This isn't an ode to my blog, I'll do that sometime later.
This is a travel post. I've decided to elaborate on my travels since I don't think i'll *ever* get around to actually opening a travelblog so here is where all my travel stories will be. And there'll be pictures!
What will follow will be a few snapshots that will describe my couple of days spent here and where I'm spending it.

this be my ride for the first couple of days. Was quite a beast too. It packed in 150 cc and effortlessly overtook any bike/cars that were on the road. In fact, it was so powerful that, if it wasn't started with proper care, it would do a wheelie right there!

It was fun riding it as a pillion rider. I wouldn't dare try to take this monster on. It had to be 'tamed' so to speak and I was content to just watch bbsr breezing past me.

this was the first time I've ever seen something burn like this. I think it was a dhaba on the highway. The sheer vividness and raw power of the flames engulfing everything is something I won't forget in a hurry.

And this be the ride in bbsr. the skoda laura. I love this picture - thats my dad doing 170kmph on the highway. I'm pretty sure I could have pushed him to do 200+ but its a new car and you can't really push it that hard when its brand new and all. I will make him do the feat and post it here later.

And even though the car is a lot of fun to ride in, its a lot more fun to poke fun at the name. ;)

My farmhouse in Manglajodi. Manglajodi is around an hour from bhubhaneswar (half hour in the skoda :P) and its paradise. Located along the chilka lake, the area is a peninsula with inlets and ponds and lots of lush greenery. I stayed there once and I blogged about it as well, about a year or two ago and it was one of the most memorable events of my life. Everything is accentuated here, the gloominess of the weather above or the millions of hues of a sun setting or the glow of the moonlight on a tree and if you lie really still you can hear music coming from the million stars that twinkle overhead.

This is where we were staying in Bhubhaneswar. This was akin to a mansion. The rooms were huge! The verandah was where I spent most of the time. It was very pleasant in the evening with the cool wind blowing and i spent hours just putting up my feet and relaxing there. The picture below that is my room. Its a huge room (a 1.5 ton ac was insufficient to cool it!) and you can see the steps leading into a walk-in closet which leads to the bathroom. The mess is my signature- my laptop on the bed, my clothes and towels all over the place... but the hawaii chappals are rajiv's!

Bhubhaneswar was a lot more to me than this. There was the 6 bucks omfed lassi which I'd have every evening, the hours spent at the Bhubhaneswar club playing pool and gymming, the long rides with Rajiv to 10D which was always closed when we went. Bhubhaneswar is not what it was when I was growing up. Its a place I'm slowly falling in love with.

2009-02-21T21:34:00.002+05:30

my daddy is giving me the ford fusion!!
faaaaaaaaaak!!

2009-02-18T20:16:00.002+05:30

I Have decided to wage war against the universe.
And before you can even begin to comprehend what that could possible mean, let me save you the trouble and explain it.
When you're dumped, you're obviously extremely distraught. I am. I'm swimming in the abyss of pain wondering when this will pass and when on earth will time heal anything. I'm swimming in the ocean, keeping my head afloat and taking each day as it comes with a resolute to not surrender to my grief and be that much stronger.
It was happening all well and good. I saw it coming, it came. It had to happen, it happened. I took it in my stride, put on a smile and kept walking.
Secretly though, I had fallen in love. It was with my camera. I loved it with a passion i had not reserved for any inanimate object. It was my pride and joy. I took it along everywhere, caressed every corner and made it my absolute. If I ever look back on the time which has passed from the day it ended to when it all began, I'd have only my camera to thank for the interim phase.
I never knew I liked photography this much. I'd go around taking random pictures of random things, come back home and upload them and fall in love with the camera all over again.
And today, It got stolen.
The one day I decide to travel by bus instead of the normal auto which ply from jadavpur to gol park, my baby gets snatched away by some evil uncaring bastard (who deserves to die in a hot desert with his body torn open by coyotes and eagles) and my world collapses all over again.
It is right then, that I decided to wage the war.
I am not going to cry. What I am going to do, however, is go and buy a new camera.
And i'm going to not go in a bus? Why? i hear you ask. and why will the universe care? i hear you ask again. The reason is that the universe will not probably care but its my way of making sure I don't ever go on that again and no matter how hard the universe tries and what it throws at me, I will survive and then, I will thrive.
When I look back on THIS post (post-apocalyse) I will do it knowing that I have waged a war and won.

2009-02-12T20:30:00.000+05:30

i want to run and jump and be free and yet I shall always be chained to my misery.

I wonder if that makes sense.
I wonder.
Do you?

2009-02-12T00:01:00.000+05:30

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter's
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'
And

Please, remember me
Seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last'
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger
So

Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of G-d and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissin on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers

And if you ever do see me, you would know that...

2009-02-09T00:47:00.003+05:30

This tag has been doing the rounds.

1) I often think too much for my own good. I think of stuff that don’t exist and can’t possibly exist and I actually try to rationalize it and make them exist. These are usually situations and not people.

2) I’m a bit paranoid. Not schizophrenic, but paranoid. I thought I was normal but I’ve gone back to being paranoid with a vengeance now.

3) I hate horror movies. I can’t sit through a horror movie. When I do sit through a horror movie, I can’t sleep that night. It used to be nicer in the days when horror movies were just about vampires and zombies but these days, the psychological horror flicks really gets to me.

4) I’ve always wondered where we come from. Not birth but the evolution and creationism theories have always poked my mind. Its not something really important. What is important is that I always end it realizing we’re a tiny speck of molecule in the universe and that always leaves me feeling very depressed.
5) I sound like a manic depressed person but I really am not. I’m an optimistic to the point of being irrational.

6) I can never understand people. Nowadays I don’t bother; I just go with my guts. I made a few big mistakes when it came to being a judge of characters and that had cost me dearly.

7) I grow with opinions and I only seek opinions from people I know whose opinions are worth knowing. Like my granddad for instance, He always gives me the best ones. He would randomly say ‘A woman can make or break a man’ and ‘no one is indispensible’ and a lot of other stuff when he would be down on a whisky or two.
8) I love travelling. I want to travel the world or anywhere and just keep moving. I’m not into the backpacking shit too much; I’m more into soaking up the culture and the place. I’m going to try and see as many places as I can in my lifetime. I’ll probably have to join an NGO or something to do that. I’ll figure that out later.

9) I don’t know where I’m heading; I just know what the end destination should be. That keeps changing as well.

10) I love money because I love spending it. I can never save. I always think of earning more rather than saving. That’s not a good thing. My daddy told me to save. He has never saved in his life and he’s doing fine so why should I. ah well, another dilemma.

11) I keep having these dilemmas. I probably have a million of these every day.

12) I love seeing beautiful things. Whether a painting, a sculpture or a woman. If it’s beautiful, I’m sold.

13) Music is god’s gift to mankind. Of all the things that are fucked up in the world, there’s only music to turn to at the end of the day. It’s like someone is telling you a story. I’m listening to a lot of sad songs now. That’s probably because I’m trying to let go of a five year relationship.

14) I love the cold and I love warmth. I don’t like heat. The heat we get in cal during summers mixed with the humidity is something I could do without. I love swimming in summer and I swim a lot because of the heat.

15) I love winter. The entire Christmas-new year week is filled with so much happiness and mirth; it’s such a beautiful feeling. I also like warm fires in fireplaces like I used to see in Darjeeling during the winters. Hot cocoa and a warm blanket and I’m the happiest person on earth.

16) I drink a lot. I will start drinking again once I’m out of this period in my life. I cannot use drinking as a coping mechanism but rather as a recreational one.

17) I have learnt very recently that I can drive. I have high power and a lot of complications with my eye so when the doctor emphatically told me that I have wasted so many years for nothing, I got very depressed and, simultaneously, very kicked that I can drive now. I intend to make up the lost time by constantly driving (getting my granddad’s old maruti 800… a car is a car!) and getting away from the city to satisfy my wanderlust and also to take pictures with my new canon 1000D.

18) I love gadgets. I love being the alpha male and doing tons of research and then buying that really cool (and necessary?) gadget. I’ll do my research though. I won’t randomly go and buy stuff. I think the entire exercise is a process and it’s the process that gives you the thrill of possessing the product.

19) I hate the concept of exams. I have them coming up but I hate giving them. I give them anyway. I think its worth giving exams from time to time because it makes you do something other than the nothing I normally do. Actually, It’s not nothing that I normally do, I’m always active doing something but then I’m not sure that tantamount to anything.

20) I love to watch movies. I’ll never be a film critic or anything like that but I love to watch movies because I wish I was the protagonist and sometimes, the villain. I can even identify with them sometimes. I might want to make a movie someday but it’ll be a home-video type pseudo-intellectual nonsense that I can laugh at once I’ve made it.

21) I laugh at pseudo-intellectual people in my head. I can never spend more than 5 minutes with a person whose sole intention is to let you know that they are better than you because they know more about a particular subject. I’ve met people like these and I think they suffer from a massive inferiority complex. And I think people who think they are god’s gift to mankind should jump into a well and stay there till they realize that they are not.

22) I’m pretty bad at all the sports I play but I keep playing them to keep myself fit. I go to a gym every now and then for the same reason. I play basketball and football. I’ve tried every other sport (hockey, tennis etc) at least once. I’ve played golf but that’s the only sport I dream about. There’s something amazing about taking a swing at a little ball with a club and trying to get it into a tiny hole some 200 yards away. It’s like gambling.

23) I believe in miracles because miracles have happened in my life. I don’t know if there’s a god, I’m agnostic in that way but I’m convinced that there is something bigger than us. Things don’t just happen.
24) I love people. I need constant companionship. I like intelligent conversations as well. That’s not to imply that I’m very intelligent and can talk in depth about anything under the sun but I’d like to have a conversation that actually goes somewhere instead of constant talk of people. I indulge in inane gossips but I like intelligent conversations. There’s a difference.

25) I can’t believe there are actually 25 things about me that I have posted. Its weird seeing this list. If I read it again and again, I’d probably surprise myself.

I'm supposed to be tagging 25 people. If You see this, consider yourself tagged.

the way I want to live my life

2008-12-07T17:32:00.001+05:30

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching...

Sing like nobody's listening...

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

Annual Reports on AB

2008-12-04T00:04:00.001+05:30

1. What does your user name mean?
In Ancient Egyptian mythology, a sphinx is a zoomorphic figure, usually depicted as a recumbent lioness or lion with a human head, but occasionally as a human with the head of a falcon, hawk, or ram. (source: Wikipedia)

2. Elaborate on your user photo:
A close friend took this random picture of me where I was on total-poser mode. Then I photoshopped it.

3. How many comments do you have?
two – in my last post

4. What's your current relationship status?
Double.

5. What exactly are you wearing right now?
shorts and tee

6. What is your current problem?
the prophecy in my email saying the world will be doomed by 2012.

7. What do you love most?
Freedom. To be alone in a very scenic place- be one with nature.

8. What makes you most happy?
shiny happy people dancing

9. Are you musically inclined?
Yes. Its what keeps me sane.

10. What would you do if you woke up one morning and found out you were on cocaine?
on cocaine when I wake up? That would be trippy. But I don’t do drugs and not planning to so I don’t want to think about it.

11. If you could go back in time, and change something, what would it be?
December 29th 1995

12. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day, what would you be?
A hawk

13. Ever have a near death experience?
Yes. I live in Calcutta, Living Is a near death experience on the roads of Calcutta.

14. Name an obvious quality you have?
I don’t know. Seriously. I care about my friends… that’s all I can think of now.

15. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?
Lee Ann Womack – I hope you dance

16. Are you happy today?
depends.

17. Who will cut and paste this to first?
I’m psychic. I’d like the big man up there to do it first.

18. Name someone with the same birthday as you:
A friend.

19. Do you have a secret crush on someone?
No.

20. Do you have a garbage disposal in your kitchen sink?
No. I don’t think too many people in Calcutta have it either.

21. Have you ever been in a fight?
yes. Countless. Verbal, fistfights, gang fights, you name it.

22. Have you ever sang in front of a large audience?
No.

23. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex:
smell.

24. Whats your biggest mistake?
No mistake I made was so big that I didn’t learn anything from it.

25. Say something totally random about you?
I’ve started playing video games with a vengeance.

26. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
Yes. But not in a nice way. In school, some jock said I looked like the Brad Pitt of Japan. I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult.

27. Are you comfortable with your height?
I am. Not too many people in my family are though. My mom’s 5’10 and my dad 5’11. The both thought I’d be some 6’2” at least. Ah well.

28. What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?
Like I’m gonna write it down.

29. What is your favorite smell?
I love all my eau de toilettes and they’re my favourite smells. They define occasions for me and come December, I’ll be getting a new Carolina Harrera’s 212 :D

30. What's something that really annoys you?
video gamers that keep using the same winning technique over and over again.

31. What's something you really like?
Sleep and of late, swimming in the cold water.

32. Do you give random hugs and kisses?
Depends on who I’m giving it to. There are people I wouldn’t touch with a bargepole and there are people who I;m overtly affectionate with.

33. What's the longest you have ever stayed up?
I’ve gone through time when I’ve stopped counting. I remember a week where I probably had like 3 hours sleep and then crashed and burned but if I were to say continuously, I’d say somewhere between 60-72 hours.

34. Have you ever been rushed to the emergency room?
No.

of terror and war on humanity

2008-12-02T00:35:00.003+05:30

These past few days have been somewhat of a blur. Terrorists have struck ever so often, everyday, everywhere that its almost no news to me when I hear about LeT terrorists storming into hotels and cafe killing people indiscriminately without remorse and without negotiation.
It was days spent looking at the horror unfold in front of our eyes. The horror, as if played out like an action packed movie where the protagonist gets out alive with a smile on his face, except it wasn't like that. It was real life and when reality bites, it hurts.
Why does it hurt me? I hardly cared when bombs were being blasted all voer the world. I shrugged of WTC. When the Malegaon Blasts happened, I merely nodded and said 'and life will go on' so I sat down and wondered what it was that disturbed me.
In 2004, My Dad and I had gone to Delhi after a visit to Nainital. I'll never forget that trip, In Nainital, I saw snow for the first time. In Delhi, we went and stayed at my uncles house which was located at the Army camp in Delhi. My uncle used to train commandos was pretty high up in the NSG and we went there, right to the training camp where I went crazy with all the guns, firing the AK47s and the revolvers to my hearts content.
The training ground was a vast place and there were all sorts of obstacles around. An average commando not only does all the obstacles but does them at lightning speed. It isn't like anything I've seen, These men were made of steel and if you saw of of them, you could tell that they were men of steel.
One of the commando, a Tall guy took a run up to clear an obstacle which was a deep ditch. He didn't quite make it to the other side. My uncle, who was right next to me and saw this, went over, took his hands and said, get back up and do it, keep doing it and believe in yourself'
I met all these people. Soldiers, Martyrs, call them what you want. All of them were doing this to server their country, to make their country proud. It was drove them day in and day out. They would give up all these hours of training in a heartbeat if it was to protect our country, so that people can get one more night's sleep in peace.
Where am I going with this? It took 10 hours for them to reach the place. 10 hours. They were probably itching to go and take the terrorists down. Keep the entire situation under control. They would do it too. They were men of steel, they are highly trained personel trained to deal with terror and high pressure situations but because of all the red-tapism, they get stuck. Someone was sleeping and a clearance couldn't be given. Someone didn't know what was going on and a clearance couldn't be given.
We need a separate Rapid action division set up in each major city, each of them highly trained to tackle extreme situations such as the one we had at mumbai on the 26th. They should have carte Blanche which should put them above the government. No one to answer to. We've read about these in books, its time we implemented something like this. Its about time. Or more lives will be lost.
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/11/mumbai_under_attack.html
i'd rather die by a bullet than live in fear.

2008-11-18T13:01:00.003+05:30

I feel terribly alone these days and the funny part, or not so funny part, is that I'm getting used to it.

I wanted to just leave it at that. That one sentence, but, I can't.

Its not like I'm craving for company and its not like I'm getting any to not be craving for it. Maybe writing this down makes me realise that. I'm just doing my own thing, not feeling any particular attachment to anyone in particular. Ambling along, waiting for the next day. Maybe exams will come and I'll be busy again, or will have a good excuse.

I went for Junkyard Groove, drunk out of my head. I wanted to be drunk so that I could enjoy the music (not that you can't enjoy it without being drunk- They're brilliant!) but still, it was an awesome show and I felt good until I came home and threw up. I've decided not to drink anymore. At all. I'll try and keep to that this time.
And JYG had a lot of really cool tracks on their myspace profile. Google it :)

one late night, i hear a song and i remember everything

2008-10-01T01:37:00.002+05:30

I want to pull it apart and put it back together
I want to relive all my adolescent dreams
Inspired by true events on movie screens
I am a one man wrecking machine

rambles. if you're new here, please skip, there are better posts below!!

2008-09-29T14:52:00.001+05:30

I need a life. Not just A life, a good life. We aspire for the good life and then we get so caught up with the life that we’re having, with all the bills to pay and the things we have to do before the day is done, that we don’t sit back and enjoy the finer things in life.
I use to familiarize myself with the finer things in life, or what I thought was the finer things. I’d know the names of vintage wines, the most ‘fench’ dish in a five star menu. speaking French, expensive cars and expensive personal jets. The good life isn’t about all that though. I’ll explain it with a quote from Calcin and Hobbes a.k.a God ‘Sometimes it seems things go by too quickly. We are so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take the time to enjoy where we are’ and that’s exactly what the good life is. Making sure that every now and then, you stop, and think, am I happy? am I having the good life.

For those in India, there is this life insurance ad that got me thinking about this. It goes like this :- a college guy is looking at a man on a bike because he wants that bike, the man on the bike is looking at a family on a bike because he wants a family, the wife/mother on the bike he was looking at, is staring at a diamond necklace because she wants the necklace which a rich bald man is buying (it could also mean that she wishes her hubby was loaded) anyway, so this old bald man buys the necklace and gets into his car to see the college going dude putting his finger through his long curly hair and I guess the bald man, with all his money, just wants the hair.. or to be young again.

Its like that, everyone’s out for something, and no one really appreciates how lucky they are to be sitting in front of the computer and reading this… no that came out wrong but what I meant is, that you, you’re sitting in front of the computer, something which over half the population in the world does not have or even heard of, take a moment and appreciate the life as it is at that moment and take a few moments out when you’re happy just to appreciate the fact that you’re happy and or if you’re down on your luck or just feeling bad, make a mental note ‘this too shall pass!’

of a lot of things

2008-09-24T15:46:00.000+05:30

Its been a while since I’ve walked through these hallowed halls of the blogemoneum castle.

I’ve realized that I’m dying to play Sims city 2. I’ve heard about it being a role playing game where you get to make decisions about everything from when you are born to old age. It gives you a wide range of choices and you get to choose how you live your life.

I think the guys who made this game deserve to be billionaires. Everyone should see how they would have lived their life in another scenario. I keep thinking that everyone has choices all the time. I even wrote a blog post about it somewhere. There are many decisions I’ve made in my life. I’d like to saY I don’t regret any of the decisions I’ve made but had I not made those decisions, my life would have been radically different. Its all so funny when you look at it from a third person point of view and think something like ‘If I had a time machine I’d go back to ______ day and instead of saying/doing ______, I’d have said/done ______’ and then you’d eventually think of what would have happened had you done the latter and how different your life would have been had you done it.

Some decisions are so extreme. I know a few decisions I took that were really extreme. Like leaving the factory (In Durgpur) and coming back to Kolkata to continue my life and study. I realize that that was a very important turning point in my life and I realized that after a long time and after a lot of consideration of a lot of things.

Its funny but I’m not too old and there are a lot of other decisions waiting for me to take. I have all the time in the world and no time at all.

I have to get the game.

2008-08-30T13:42:00.000+05:30

and we partied like rockstars

2008-07-23T22:12:00.000+05:30

These past few weeks have flown by like the blur you see on those Need for speed video games when you hit nitro while you’re going at some 300-odd miles per hour.

If I sit down and think about what I did, I probably won’t be able to tell you.

I remember in bits and pieces. My best friend had come down from England and he went wild because he was only here for 4 days. We went to Roxy and he blew up a ton of money on me by indulging me with JD with coke, A vodka based cocktail of which the name I’ve forgotten and countless beers.

Before that, I drank about 4 glasses of JD with coke in his house (He gets the JD from Duty Free for us!) and then we went to bar-b-q where again I feasted on some supreme crispy shredded lamb (I love that there!) with two glasses of Antiquity Large.

After Roxy, we went into Shisha where I had three glasses of white Russian,

Went back home to his place and had another Jack.

Jack on a good day, Jim on a bad one.

It was crazy.

And the food. There was Peter Cat and although we went for the staple chelo kebabs, it was the bottle of Shiraz that made all the difference.

And we tasted the calamari in Zara, a Tapas bar located near the food court at South City mall. Reasonable price (around Rs500 a head incl. drinks) and a confusing and surreal ambience (Classy mixed with an aquarium feeling… its one of those ‘you-have-to-be-there’ kind of thing)

Flame and Grill, Located right besides Zara was on our list and the buffet which had biryani and mutton rogan josh was an absolute delight.

I’m sorry for not blogging in so long. I intend to get back to reality sometime soon and start blogging regularly. My only excuse is… I was having a life!! Woo hoo!!

Maverick

2008-05-17T17:16:00.000+05:30

What will you sing tonight?

Maverick

Please hear it. Its so beautiful.
I've heard so many songs and this ranks as my favourite. Not for anything else, but I fell in love with it from the moment I heard it, it has a very mark knopfler feel to it, nice guitar leads and absolutely superb lyrics as well. Its lovely. I beseech you, hear it.

Blogmeet 2008

2008-05-09T13:47:00.002+05:30

another tag but it fills the space and besides its about ME ME ME

2008-05-06T23:03:00.006+05:30

TEN things you wish you could say to people right now (don't take names):

* You think you have some rights and privileges but you don't. You get them because of some one else and your quota is slowly running out because in reality, no one can stand you.

* I hate being pretentious and fake but there's no other way to deal with you.

* Its so irritating to see how you misinterpret everything I say. Twist them around so much that it chokes what I meant.

* Open your eyes and smell the coffee. You're so disillusioned its not even funny

* You killed me. I died. And you didn't nay don't even know it.

* I wish you would just grow up. I always act immature and goofy based on the situation but if push comes to crunch i'm a mean logical machine. You're not, you're immature and goofy as a person and whatever respect I had for you, I don't anymore.

* I have the power to crush you between my toes. I don't exercise it. Be grateful. (although, i wish I said it, the message was implied to the person which I'm pretty grateful for)

* With all my heart, I sincerely believe are one of the greatest person I know. I love you because you've always been there for me when I needed you most, unfailingly, and you have always made it right. You're a million miles away and I miss you and I hope you do really well in everything you do. And you know I've got your back.

* I think you're wonderful. I know I tell you this but I wish I said it a bit more often that I do. You have a very special place in my life, one that cannot be replaced even if you go away or we stop talking. I may not mean alot to you but you mean alot to me.

* Thank you for everything. I wouldn't want to be you or have anything to do with you but thank you for everything you have done for me, the pains you have taken and in my lifetime, I shall try my level best to repay it back.

NINE things about yourself:

* I am conscious of everything I o. I had stopped recently and I regretted the time I had.

* I have a force shield which people cannot penetrate. They see what they want to see. My blog is probably the only partial outlet of the real me.

* I don't like people who does not read or watch movies or hear music. Either one is ok with me. Otherwise it just doesn't do good for conversations.

* I am too alert for my own good. Always thinking.

* I drink too much. Far more than I'm supposed to. I've cut down alot.

* I hate the smell of ganja. Its suffocating. For that matter, I don't particularly like ganja smokers. They the lowest rung of drug junkies. If its acid, ecstasy and stuff like that,I don't really mind because at least it shows class.

* I loved Ben. I loved him a lot more than I thought I did and I miss him so much. I never treated ben as a canine and I've stopped liking dogs too much after he died.

* I hate the concept of working under some one else. I will, in a bit, to get an exposure of workplace and stuff like that but I'll always eventaully start my own business/enterprise

* I love photography, designing and creative people. Its a passion,

EIGHT ways to NOT win your heart:

* make silly questionaires

* like this one

* the person who wrote this will definitely not win my heart.

* I’m so bored. Ok, the rest I’ll do seriously.

* dig your nose (I’m being serious)

* have no sense of humour (dead pan, you suck!)

* be aantel. That won’t win my heart, I’ll come and shoot you.

* Be a Bigot

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:

* Money money money

* Work (I think about work)

* Random quotes from movies and books

* fantasies (I’m Superman *wink*)

* Conversations

* I wish I had said this instead of that

* numbers and figures and memories

SIX things you wish you had never done:

* Banged up my car. I can’t drive because of the post trauma.

* Gone for the joyride in class 12

* Wasted so much time and effort on so many people who didn’t deserve it

* Misjudged people.

* I pushed this girl really hard once. I don’t know why, I felt like it. She was smaller than me, I was around 8, she was around 4, and she fell down and started crying. I still remember that it pains me every time I think about it.I went and bought her tons of chocolates after that and made up with her (she forgave me completely) but I’ve never forgotten it.

* tried so hard when it wasn’t necessary.

FIVE turn-offs:

* Body odour.

* bimbos (brainless dimwits teenybopper party sharty types)

* holier-than-thou attitude when they’re not holier than thou art.

* lack of music, movie, books taste

* pouts (unless the situation warrants it)

FOUR turn-ons:

* Worldliness and knowledge

* Luscious lips

* Smell, scent of a woman

* looking into the eyes when talking

THREE things you want to do before you die:

* World Peace

* Write a book or make a movie or be in the Guinness book of world records for something (pick one)

* Travel the world. Everywhere I can possibly go. (be rich enough to do that)

TWO smileys that describe you:

* :)

* :D

ONE confession:

* For the longest time, I did manicures and pedicures. And I still do pedicures sometimes.

I was thinking all day of this really cool moment I had in my school life. Our Geography Teacher was explaining to us what levees were when he asked 'ok, name one song which has that word in it' and we racked our brains and no one could answer 'come on, its a rather popular song' he had urged and we thought harder but without success and then he said 'bye bye miss american pie, drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry!' and it was so awesome 'cos we started singing along and much fun was had.

thats a ramble.

hasta la vista baby!

confessions - part one

2008-04-17T14:09:00.003+05:30

I come across as a guy who you would normally pass a joint to in a group and expect me to take it and smoke it and revel in the high with you. ofcourse, I don't do drugs and this comes as a shock to most people. I've been offered everything from acid to ecstasy to even coke but I had steadfastly refused. I knew that once I started the nefarious activities of taking drugs, I would not not. It would become an addiction like my drinking, which too started out as a one time thing which slowly developed into a once in a week thing to (now) a once in an evening thing.
Ofcourse, there was that one time when I did smoke up. It was supposedly prime hashish that was brought from manali which two of my friends offered me on a very hot evening at my friend's house. I had nothing to do that day and a lot of time to burn so i took a drag. nothing. another one, because i was sure, from all the stories, that something was supposed to happen. still nothing I took a few more, in succession and then stopped convinced that nothing would happen and it was bad hashish. I also thought, for a while there, that people exaggerated their so-called 'high' and all the drama they did that followed.
Then, it hit me. like a truck. I tried getting up but my legs won't move. i turned my head and the room moved especially slowly with a motion blur effect you normally see on fast cars in the movies. It came in a blast, the high. I thought I need food and it was then that I made possibly the worst mistake... I had chocolate cake and 2 weeks old vodka.
What followed was a high (at which time i though my brain cells was being friend and i was slipping into retardation) and constant vomiting for the next three hours. I thought of all the times when I screwed things up, all the mistake i've made coming at me, waves after waves, all the while vomiting and hugging the toilet seat.
When I was certain that I was about to suck my stomach along with the intestines out of my mouth did I will myself to go to sleep.
When I started, it was around 5pm. By the time I hit the bed, it was around 9:30. by 12pm, My friend wakes me up.
My first reaction was 'thank god I'm alive. Then I saw my two friends and they looked green. I thought at that moment that they were two aliens until they started talking and I realised that they were in fact humans.
I stumbled back home and crashed. It took me two days to get proper control of my senses.
My friends told me i had what they called a 'bad trip'

calypso

2008-04-06T16:24:00.005+05:30

waves fist at mac and AG. ok here goes.

1. Last movie you saw in a theater:
Race. I already mentioned that somewhere in a previous post.

2. What book are you reading:
Just finished Shantaram. Will start on 'Death of Vishnu'

3.Favourite board game:
Monopoly, Scotland Yard.

4.Favourite magazine:
Reader's Digest

5.Favourite smells:
My Joop! Homme. I rarely use it because I don't want to finish it off too fast.

6.Favourite sounds:
the click of a button on a web 2.0 website

7. Worst feeling in the world:
betrayal and the anger which follows.

8.What is the first thing you think when you wake:
When did I sleep? and sometimes, where was I last night?

9.Favourite fast food place:
KFC!

10.Future child's name:
abir. if its a boy. ananya if its a girl.

11.Finish this statement "If i had a lot of money i would"
invest it carefully and live off the interest.

12.Do you drive fast?
I don't drive. at all.

13.Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
I don't think this quiz was meant for a fully grown male homosapien and if it was then this is one twisted quiz.

14.Storms cool or crazy?
depends on the storm.

15.What was your first cars?
the first real car was a santro. though not officially mine *wink*

16.Favourite drink:
rum - n - coke. read the name of the blog.

17.Finish the statement "If i had the time I would"
this is profound. Is time a commodity like money, oh great quiz-maker?

18.Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
no.

19.If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?
I had it dyed copper red once. I'd never dye my hair again (its one of those been there done that thing)

20.Name all the different cities/town you have lived in.
bhubhaneswar, kolkata.

21.Favourite sports to watch.
F1, soccer, cricket

22.One nice thing about the person who sent this to you.
one of the nicest people i've met in the blogosphere. Has no hang ups and is pretty chilled out.

23.What's under your bed?
nothing. mine is one of those box beds which has a cupboard built in to keepsweaters and such hence no space under the bed.

24.Would you like to be born as yourself again?
no. something new. maybe brad pitt.

25. Morning person or Night Owl?
night vulture.

26.Over easy or sunny side up?
well done.

27.Favourite place to relax.
my sofa while watching a movie on my 42" lcd tv (muwahahaha)

28.Favourite pie.
this is extremely suggestive. what do you think my favourite pie is?

29.Favourite ice cream flavour.
death by chocolate.

30.Of all the people you tagged this to, who is most probable to respond first.
no one. I'm going to be the good Samaritan and not tag anyone. However if you wish to do this, knock yourself out.

Also, on another completely different note, I've been meaning to change my radioblog playlist so, you, yes you, decide what song goes up there and your wish will be my command.

2008-04-05T23:01:00.002+05:30

yeah yeah... this be a random post. I mean, I'll be talking about RACE so we all know how random its gonna get. I rarely see hindi movies so when I went to RACE it was only because I imdb-ed it and it showed a 6.8 rating that day. 6.8 on imdb... I had to, at the least, check it out.
What I saw was utter nonsense. I love saif ali khan 'cos I think he's a dude. I mean, his acting in both being cyrus and om kara has definitely given him a two thumbs up in my books. RACE just showed us how it was to take a good actor and make him out to be the biggest dumbfuck on the planet. I wouldn't say saif's acting was bad, I'd say the role which he was cast into would have better suited someone like say, akshay kumar or ajay devgan. Its not like akshay or ajay's (here i go again, next door neighbours folks) acting is bad, its just that they would be more suitable for the role saif ali khan got.
Akshay khanna was abysmal. Katrina Kaif said 'i don't know how she must be going through' - now what sense does that make? serzly (courtesy urbandictionary) why in the bloody world would they try and anglicize a hindi movie and fail so miserably when doing so. On a brighter note, Bipasha Basu looked HOT. She definitely looke gorgeous and sexy and carried herself off well. I must admit, I never liked Bips (we had puchkas yesterday man) but I must say she worked on her body and it shows.
Shit this is the longest review I've ever given a hindi movie.
Everyday, while going for work, I cross the Gariahat bridge to see this building. Its a blue building. It makes me very nauseous because its a very bright blue. Its not sky blue, not dark blue but blue which is very annoying and a blue that makes someone feel nauseous when they see it. Its not even a bit of blue but a whole lot of it. It hurts the eye and makes me so giddy.
The back of that building is white. I caught a glimpse of it, its just the front which is painted that disgusting shade of blue. The back is not painted. Its a washed out white which the rains, over the years, have destroyed.
Here are some more random stuff from one of my now defunt blogs

Some people aren't bothered with Temptation- They relax and enjoy it!
Powdered milk is an Udder Fraud!
They say NOTHING will replace the bikinis!
Give people an inch and they want to be a ruler!
Nobody cares if a bartender's english is bad so long as his scotch is good!

and, usually, I don't sleep before 2 in the morning. That sucks. I should sleep a bit early and wake up early and go for a morning walk instead of stumbling out of bed and running out of the house in 2 minutes.

whats in a name?

2008-03-31T12:14:00.003+05:30

Whats in a name? fuck man, EVERYTHING!
I was thinking of a name for my company. I mean, it had to have a corporate ring to it but at the same time it should be trendy and should define a group of young professionals. I came across the perfect name, Quasar, which sums up everything to the Tee, only to find that i has already been taken!
I then thought of other names, Like Esplanade (after esplanade in calcutta) but whatddya know, thats taken by a group based in Singapore.
This was followed by Novastar, Quark and Neonet... All taken!
Its crazy, I'm going insane. I can't even think of the normal dark names which I like such as nexus and Gehenna because, well, its on the dark side and it gives a negative impact. I need positivity and that just does not do it.
I went to urbandictionary.com as well, hoping that the next-gen dictionary can help me out but no such luck, it tought me facebookable (i'm so gonna use that now) amd OMGWTFBBQ which is really cool and 'pz' which is short for 'peace' (thats so gonna help my msn chats) but nothing beyond that.
I thought of a few Indian names but since this will compete in a global market, I need an american or european sounding name. I know it sounds weird but thats my fixation and I want it that way.
I think by the time I get married and have kids, all baby names will be taken. Its like my dad wanting to name me ahveq, Thank god my mother would have none of that!

words and words are all I have

2008-03-28T13:17:00.003+05:30

A is for Aveek (and in the beginning there was aveek)
B is for Beer (kingfisher light, the small green bottles)
C is for catastrophe (which follows me everywhere)
D is for Dog (Love canines and not the wanna-be canines)
E is for Elves (and other mystical creatures)
F is for Fuck (The world revolves around it)
G is for Gun (Beretta, model 92. I remember shooting at the NSG camp in Delhi, fuck what a high)
H is for Happiness (and the pursuit of it)
I is for I (I am)
J is for Jester (My screen name and my online identity among many others)
K is for Klondike (Girls do anything for a Klondike)
L is for Love (A thousand poems and thoughts revolve around this word)
M is for money (I just love the 'The Apprentice' Jingle)
N is for Nice (and nice people are too few and too far in between)
O is for Oil (Wars are being fought for it so lets give this three letter word its due)
P is for Peanut Butter and Jam sandwiches (yes, yes, yes YES)
Q is for queer (that queer way you look at me)
R is for Run (I love running)
S is for skipper (aye aye skipper, I'll own my own boat one day, i will)
T is for Think (what most of us don't do before we talk)
U is for Unbelievable (an expression of shock or a million other things)
V is for Vengence (and my list is long)
W is for Wrench (refer to above)
X is for X-men (and W is also for Wolverine)
Y is for Yeti (I don't know Y)
Z is for Zinger burgers (I'm so hungry)

Amazing Greys and Macademia the nut - plis to be doing this as well, I'd want to inflict the 15 minutes of torture of my fellow kindreds.)

this is my utopia

2008-03-21T01:35:00.003+05:30

'The river goes on and on, and the
Sea that divides us is a
Temporary one, and the
Bridge will bring us back together'

I tripped on two awesome songs in my playlist. You get a tiny high when you hear a really fabulous song and realise that it was tucked somewhere in your computer the whole time and you didn't realise it. I came across two such. Two songs which I've never heard before, heard for the first time and completely fell in love with. The first one is 'Temporary one' by Fleetwood Mac and the other is Utopia by Alanis Morissette. Sad that I have not heard the latter before this but glad that I have heard it. I feel so nice. This day was sooo good because of my discoveries and I love days when I make discoveries so I really love today.
Tomorrow is Holi. Will go play Holi with Judeans. Should be fun. Didn't play holi for the past three years. Before that Holi would mean me coming back home in shades of maroon, black and blue, newspapers were laid out like a red carpet from the door to the bathroom and having the longest bath in the coldest of water for a really long time. Its sad, even in the hottest summers, I always had my bath with Lukewarm water except for the day Holi is played. Anyway, Holi should be fun, I'm actually looking forward to it.
Speaking of warm, I think the microwave is one of the greatest inventions ever. Its very often that my tea or coffee goes cold because I have simply forgotten about it due to work or something of that sort. Now I no longer need to have tasteless cold tea or dirty brown flat room temperature coffee - 30 seconds is all it takes to be piping hot again. God, I love the microwave. Its not just coffee, I can now over-order on the pizzas. Anyway, Its not as if I've just bought a new micro, I've had it for over 10 years now, Its just that this paragraph was an ode to micro and how useful its been to me all these years. I'll dedicate a paragraph to the trusted fridge, the good old boob tube and a ever-trustful toaster one day.
Its nearly two. I should sleep.
Till next time.

just another day in paradise

2008-03-17T22:59:00.004+05:30

Written on 6th April 2007 - I had gone to visit my farm which my best friend was managing. This is one evening there.

lazy day today. I have to tell you about yesterday. Rajiv and I had what you may call and 'adventure' of sorts. We set out on two cycles and went to a tower. A watch tower which lead upto a pier where we sat down and soaked our feet in the chilka lake. We watched the sunset. T'was beautiful. A Bright orange-red sun setting around a landscpe of hills, its red relecftion falling on the lake and the grass that floats on the lake while a boat, those long canoe like boats, floated dreamily in front. Blissful silence ninterrupted only by the occasional roar of the diesel in the boat.
The ride uptil the tower was great. beautiful roads while he and i raced on. It was only after the tower that the roads got frighteningly bad. bumpy roads with a very very thin trail where cycles can go through, A slip means even more bumps and cycling on rocks and gravel, something that was not pleasant, even in such unpleasant circumstances. While trudging along these roads, dusk began to fall and only the moonlight guided our way trough this horrifying terrain.
It was not long before I finally DID make the slip but I caught my footing just in time to not fall down a slope which was encrusted with rocks and boulders and in the process managed to tear open a slipper. At the time, I laughed it off, thinking that it was great that I had a cycle and didn't have to walk at all. My how wrong could I get?
As we trudged on, with rajiv's 'cautious' warnings that made me times more frightened than I already was. My poor sight made it possible to only see the while dusty trail and like a soldier on duty, I just stuck to the trail. There was only one time when my eyes went off the trail and caught the most frightening yet beautiful image I have ever seen. It was a moonlit night, and although the moon was covered, the area was still lit. In the distace, I saw a lone peepul tree (is that how you spell it), its reflection in the lake, and lightning in the background with purple and black skies overhead. There was something so eerie about it and yet, I was captivating, taking the longest time to just stand there and absorb it.
Stand. While we were going along in our bikes, especially at a time when we had Finally gotten good roads and was cruising along, there came a huge herd of cows and buffaloes. herd? Herds. herds and herds after herds. We had to go down the slope and walk in an extremely thin trail. I had to walk barefoot. Rajiv then offered me his chappals which i refused, and then he loaded his chappals into his carrier and started walking barefoot with me! Only that was a stupid move cos later he started to ride on his cycle and was going through a difficult and bumpy patch when his carry gave way and the chappals flew out,. he lost one chappal and effectively had nothing to wear when...
We approached the train crossing. Ofcourse, it was night and there was no signal to to stop us or anything. we had to trudge up a narrow train which, if perchance we slipped, we'd fall into a 10 foot gorge, straight into a speeding channel of sewage water. When we got up, it was standing on those rocks. Tiny rocks and sharp rocks which line up the rail tracks. It was dreadul and Painful, like there were daggers going into your feet. we then started walking on the beams, tripping every once in a while because of the strong sind that blew and each time we tripped, the pain would shoot up our legs. An ordeal I cannot forget in a hurry.
In between, something else happened. Before we got ON to the rail tracks, and after the long herd of cows had passed, we still couldn't cycle because dear rajiv's chain had come loose. and His was a bike that had a chain guard so we couldn't fix that right there itself hence we walked.
Coming back to the railway line, we walked through the floor of daggers and came to the railway crossing. there we stopped two passing motorcycles and used their headlights to fix rajiv's cycle. Once that was done, we cycled for another half hour till we came to the village. We got off our cycles and walked through the village till we reached the farm, bodies filled with dirt and our bare feet caked with mud and cow dung.
then we relaxed and got pepsi.
and then we watched a movie.

it was all good after thatthe farm- You can see the lighthouse in the distance if you click and enlarge. This picture wasn't taken that evening though, That evening had much more vivid colours. I still remember it.

closer view of the lighthouse at night.

Another day of my life very long ago

2008-03-17T22:46:00.003+05:30

25 th June 2006 - wrote this. It got lost somewhere

Yesterday I went to infosys. Its huge, massive and it has restaurants and u have to go from one place to another in a bicycle. G and I even played xbox 360 degrees, thats the new xbox, remote controls are wi-fi.Had food in a french restaurant there and then dominos pizzas.
Having said about how lovely the place is, I'd like to point out that the only reason they have all this is because the employees must be feeling dazed after the work they do there. Imagine a horde of 20,000 odd people going and working, imagine the fustration of going everyday from 9 to 5. I cn't imagine. i can't imagine what they go through, not using their brains for creative thinking. I'll probably have to join the hordes. I used to dream i'd be different, a revolutionary, a visionary, something more than that. Maybe I am, Maybe i should just be happy, content in mediocracy.
Its Rahul's Birthday Today. Prianca sherry Gaurav and I went to shopper's stop and bought him a provogue shirt, which was from prianca and me, and we spent an hour choosing the shirt. He's very finicky about his shirts, i think the real present was that we actually went and choose a shirt he liked. his face lit up and he was so happy at the shirt, it was exactly what he liked. it was a kodak moment. i like the kodak moment things. I do that somethings, i take little pictures in my head and I call those kodak moments. sometimes they're happy pictures, sometimes they're sad pictures, but they are moments. moments are important, pay heed to moments.
I had a bit of sprite with vodka. negligible amount of vodka, only because dilip uncle insisted and everyone was looking at me very expectantly so i had it. I didn't have any drinks since coming here. I don't know why.
don't you wanna know me? be a friend of mine, i'll share some wisdom with you. don't you get lonely from time to time, don't let the sytem get you down. - plays in my head over and over, its from the same song, big city life.
i'm going tomorrow with prianca to VIT. waking up at 4:45 and going, coming back at 9:30pm. It came as a real shock to her when i told her i'd come with her. it meant alot to her methinks. she paid for my tickets, insisted that i'd go and come back by AC chair car. I said no. mama wasn't gonna pay her back so why should i do that to her. she paid for my reserved chair car though which came to a big amount anyway.

now - my how things have change

pinball wizard

2008-03-14T16:37:00.005+05:30

My laptop crashed. It was tragic. I guess it got pissed off with my contemplating buying a new laptop and decided to walk out the door. Ah well, its back to being friends with me because I promised it a RAM upgrade and new batteries along with -ta daa- a 2 year extension on the rranty
I've discovered that the remote controller actually works. My media center rocks. I've found my t.v tuner card and will proceed to tinker around with installing that.
(update - installed t.v. tuner card and now am enjoying cable on my 15.4" inche widescreen with a 2.1 speaker sound system... rocking!!!)
Ok so back with what I was saying. My laptop crashed and hence, when reformatting and doing the normal crap, i came to know alot of stuff. One step closer to enlightenment is that all the best things in life is free.
So here goes, My list of all the cool free stuff you can put into your desktop and laptop. Most of them you are familiar with but then there are some you are not and that makes all the difference.

Operating System - Free operating Sytems? Who'd have thought that after Microsoft and Apple, which charges an arm and a leg for their OS's, there could be anything free after that? Well, here is news for you. Ubuntu and Sabayon are two linux based operating systems which are moderately easy to use and looks deadly. My laptop came with Vista home premium but who needs that when you have these babies...
Take a sneak peak at the sabayon here
download Ubuntu here and sabayon here. You have to learn linux andto install it the first time may be a bit tough. But once you have learnt it, there is no going back.

Antivirus - Everybody knows this one. Yep, its AVG Anticirus. The safest and most secure antiivirus you can get for free. It also comes with its own free spyware. You can get the antivirus here and the spyware here.

Internet Browser - No guesses for which one stands out as the best free browser on the web. Its Mozilla Firefox. With its in built spyware and pop up blocker, its as safe as it can get on windows. On top of that, the plugins, such as piclens which allows you to browse through facebook albums, deviantart, google images in a 3d apple-like way. Its awesome. And then there are themes which are amazing. do experiment.Firefox can be gotten here.

Archiving and storing data - Ever get tired of winrar reminding you that your 30 days trial, really easy to use and, whats the word I'm looking for, period has expired? Well, here is another (and better) alternative. Check out AlZip. Its powerful, easy to use and ... whats the word I'm looking for again... FREE! Altools, The company that makes AlZip makes a host of other softwares as well such as Alpass (Password manager) and Alsee (Picture manager) which are really cool softwares for windows and worth a look.
The entire suite is available here.

Desktop Manager - The website says 'It's the singles greatest software. Ever'. I agree. Windows xp transforms into an apple mac with this beautiful software. Its really funky and if you have 10 mb of your RAM to spare, then please get this software. Its really cool.
You can get it here.

Movie watching software - If you're a movie buff then you should have these two softwares installed in your computer. One is K-lite Codec and the Other is V-ideo Lan codecs. These two play almost any format of movies, any extensions and Video Lan can be exploited to have a moving background on your windows XP desktop (haven't tried this because it will be a ram hog, but would be really cool if you're using xp as a replacement for vista ultimate) like dreamscape.
K-lite codec can be gotten here and Video lan can be gotten here.

Music Player - I'm guessing everyone knows this - iTunes, iTunes, iTunes!
Need I say more?
No.
Ok.
Get it here.
Winamp's Free version comes a close second. You can get the latest free version here.

And, for everything that is not free but we want it because of the greedy leechy rodents we are, get utorrent. Utorrent is a torrent client, hogs minimal ram and is really fast. Get it here. Once you have Installed it, get the torrents from IsoHunt , Mininova or sumotorrents. You can get everything from softwares to movies to books to games... basically anything you want that is available in cyberspace.

Hope you learnt something new.

and, keeping in spirit with the season, here is my current desktop. This is with windows xp ultimate by Johnny (haha @ johnny) downloaded from isohunt. Its deadly because its Xp professional, with media center and all the cool stuff that vista has without vista's memory hogging tendency.

go shorty

2008-03-12T15:27:00.003+05:30

'hahahah..yh sheez a big tyme editoaa!!....hr pics r always wokay wokay u noo..den dose special effects 2 make hr luk hawt!..n had u cum 2 bombai sugaaa..i wud hv made u moe pwettier..so ue bad..okay!!>.lmao
n anti-bali by callin me lesbo dimwit...hahahaha
missssinnnnn....m strtin 2 walll 4rum nwwwww...hahahaha
x'

can someone please tell me what this means?
i hate orkut. and facebook. they're both so annoying. meaningless forwards. small talks and birthday wishes. anything more, you pick up the phone and call.
mailing people is now 'passe' unless its a forward.

you were only waiting for this moment to arrive

2008-03-10T14:34:00.009+05:30

I have been reading Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts. Haven't progressed much though.
Seen Juno 7/10, The diving Bell and the butterfly 8/10, Eastern Promises (Promised to be good but didn't quite turn out to be so) 5/10, Brick 7/10
Getting bored of my laptop and thinking of buying a power packed 14" dell... wondering if the loss of that 1 inch will kill me or whether I should just go ahead with it... decision decisions...
June and Sanjiv (there, I go about talking about these nonebrities as if they're my friends) have decided to wash their dirty linens in public and t.o.i. has decided that calcutta should be interested in their life, which i imagine most of them are. Yes, very sad.
I'm going about life in a daze. which isn't good.
Also, got an interesting project which involved thinking of names of beer and doing some labels, graphic work etc. I thought of 'Blackbird' from the beatles song. Also, My friend has made the website for some festival which never really took off so logo and graphics shouldn't be a prob (check this if you wanna see it) very interesting, can't wait to start on it. And, while looking for some inspirations, came across this and this. haha!

and here are some pics I took on my trip to germany. We drank alot of beer! a brewery/bar in essen. Don't know what it says, just love the logo.a brewery in munich

same brewery I thinklast rays of the afternoon/summer. Picked up many coasters and beer glasses and still have them in the house.
and the header has another beer picture as well... dark beer in essen

walk on

2008-03-03T18:00:00.011+05:30

Dear wanderer,
There are many nice and happy things to see on this blog. This post is not one of them. It is neither nice nor happy.

Where do I start? And once I do, where do I stop? Or rather, when will it stop?

It was 8:55 am when I woke up. I usually wake up around this time only this time it was different. I felt it from the moment I awoke that the day would be a surreal one. I ran to the phone, M had been calling urgently and it was imperative that I call back. I did only to be asked, in one of those dramatic voices, to hurry to S.G.D’s house. These situations have occurred before. I put down the phone and proceeded to resume my morning activity which included getting ready for work. It was barely two minutes later, I had put my toothpaste on my toothbrush, when I heard the bell ring.

There was P. Her face was a whiter shade of pale. She hadn’t slept or she had been crying. It was at that moment, the second I saw her that the gravity of the situation sunk into me.

Thereafter, I rushed. I had never gotten ready so fast in my life. Looking back, I think it was magical the way I did it with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth as I put on my clothes. I ran in my hush puppies (I was dressed for work, those were the clothes out and besides, they looked good) all the way to SGD’s House, which wasn’t a very long run as he lived ‘just around the corner’.

I arrived there to find P. She was on the phone. There was a look of resignation as she looked at me. The first words she spoke were ‘They have taken him’. My stomach did a quick somersault. My head started to spin. I didn’t need to ask any more questions. I knew who took him. At this point, it was 9:20. I knew this because I checked. I checked because if I had to lodge a missing person complaint, I would need to know the time I got there. In fact, I immediately suggested that we go to the police and lodge an FIR as we waited outside. P was calling people. She needed to. I would have, I seriously did not know what to do and would have called people then. I remember her saying that SGD spoke to M and said he was coming in 5 to 10 minutes. That sounded so ominous at the time. As if he would never come. He didn’t pick up P’s phone though.

He did come. When I saw him, in the distance, The first thought that went through my mind was that ‘He’s alive’ and for a fleeting second, I was glad. That he was alive. Imagine that, we need to start reminding ourselves how lucky we are to just be alive sometimes.

We also saw, along with him, four men walking. Not men rather four thugs. One was Deepu. He was the perpetrator, the promoter, The low-life. Tall, with a beer belly, a thick moustache, glasses and fake adidas sneakers. There are people who are thugs, who looked like thugs and you could stereo-type him a mile away as being one. Along with him was three crony. They were non-descript, all wearing some cheap shirts (one, I noticed was wearing a navy blue fake Versace), they were non-descript except they looked like thugs. The 30 year old people you see loitering around at tea stalls. They didn’t look like hardened criminals, like they belonged to a world of crimes. They looked like newbies who were brought in to create some rackus.

I stood there transfixed. I saw that SGD wasn’t wearing his glasses. I hoped, somewhere behind the million thoughts that were racing through my head, that he was wearing contacts. I also noticed that there were still four men and that there was just me. I was glad that I was wearing my dark glasses. My eyes would have given away how scared I was, or how angry I was. Both of the above would have invariably lead to trouble at that point and boy was trouble waiting to happen.

Trouble did not happen then though. Trouble took its own sweet time in coming. Right then I asked SGD if he was ok. He was. He was roughed up and his spectacles broken but at least he was ok. We went inside. I disregarded Deepu and his cronies and while displaying a dismissive front, I was still scared. Scared what they might do. Scared what chances two boys have against a bunch of thugs. Scared of what their next move was. The million thoughts that were racing through my head were slowly increasing each passing minute.

We sat down in the small porch outside the grilled gate. Deepu was a promoter. As with all promoters, he was a thug. The reason for SGD’s abduction and harassment was the same reason for most of these kinds of thug-like activities i.e. land disputes. AMRI, a reputed hospital, has claimed that they have bought a portion of land behind their panchanantala hospital from SGD’s Father. The truth is that the land belonged to SDG who made the mistake of agreeing to a joint venture a few years earlier with Deepu for the development of the land. Deepu, having paid a portion of the money promised, did not pay the rest of the money and did not hold to his development promises either instead he took the land papers and ran to the Todi’s of AMRI promising them the land at cheap. Now the Todis want the land and Deepu is not able to provide it. He is in a fix so he comes gunning after SGD, extorting, threatening and harassing him to return the money to him and showing the AMRI people that he is making progress in the extortion and bullying of SGD into submitting the land.

So there I sat, aware of the conversation that was taking place between SGD and Deepu, not partaking in it, hair on my neck raised and fist clenched in case they start something. It seemed peaceful, Deepu stand was that he was not leaving that day before getting his money. At this point, I’ll explain why SGD has not paid the money owed by him to the promoter. If the money was to be paid, it would act as a trophy to display to the todis by the promoter that he was making progress with the extortions and bullying tactics that he has being using thus far thus allowing AMRI to invest more into Deepu’s word. It also serves as fodder for Deepu to claim that he has given the entire money before (and not just a portion of it) and will resort to more bullying and harassment tactics to extort money from SDG which were not given or owed. I’ll explain this more simply. Say I promised you Rs 10 and gave you Rs 3 as an advance for work that I will do for the development of your land. I did not do anything so I want the Rs 3 back. What I mention is that I gave you Rs 10 and not just Rs3 although there are no documents to prove that; the documents only prove that I’ve given you Rs3. I then insist that I gave you Rs10 and go around the law and retort to bullying tactis to get the Rs10 from you. That is what will happen, in all probability, if SGD gives Deepu his Rs3. Where we were, in the porch under the portico, he was demanding his Rs3 back.

Nothing seemed easier or lighter then. My adrenaline had picked up to an all time high and I was cautiously watching every move they made, heard every word they spoke and saw every breath they took. At that moment, I was like a dog waiting for a command, and at the same time, a thief on the run. 4 grown thugs were not something I planned for breakfast that morning.

Things became marginally better when I saw PR and A come. Marginally though, There were still the thugs against three bacchas. However, I felt a huge load been taken off my shoulders. Things looked almost normal, like they have looked countless times before. Almost normal I thought.

Time seemed to be passing by now. Tiime wasted. Idle conversations. He will not move. SDG wanted the thugs out of the compound. Conversations. One thug came into say a few word, I got up immediately to be assured by Deepu that talks were peaceful. This went on for some time until SGD suggested they move into the house, beyond the grilled gate, Just him and Deepu to settle matters once and for all. A clever move, I thought at the time. It definitely resolves the headache of the goons. They went inside, The three of us and the goons waited outside. P went in as well. The gates were closed.

It was barely five minutes before I heard Deepu again. Bellowing his lungs out and running towards the gate like the house were on fire. He seemed maniacal as he shouted that the police has been called and put charges on him for Kidnapping. The gates were bolted and he was trapped in the house. It was almost perfect, He was caught in the house to be handed to the police and I was sure the good officers of the law would take care of matters from here on.

The incidences that followed were bizarre and I’m going to put this as short as possible because the trauma that I went through in the next half hour was possibly the worst in my life. All my beliefs, all my faith and trust were shattered in that half hour. The police came and instead of arresting Deepu and his four goons, they turned on SGD as Deepu was found in his house, locked up. They then proceeded to break open the lock in order to free Deepu, The police broke open the locks to free a thug and then proceeded to enter SGD’s house without any warrants, any notice, nothing. They then arrested SGD on charges of KIDNAPPING Deepu. A small puny 23 year old boy was charged of kidnapping a grown man in front of his four goons. He was also charged with a lot of other things but I remember this for how ludicrous it was.

A, PR and I were asked to wait outside while all this was happening. Outside the compound. We didn’t witness it but we ran back inside when we heard that they broke the first lock. He gave them the keys for the second lock. The police would have gotten away stating that he did not give them the key if we hadn’t rushed in to see SGD giving the second key which was to open the lock that was not already broken by the police.

By then a few other people had come. M, SC were there along with PR,A and me. SGD was taken to the police in that big blue van reserved for criminals. We followed in a Taxi.

The hours that followed were long. People came in, a trickle, a few, then a few more, two professors from JU, then slowly some more people from the press.

It progressed slowly. Corrupted policemen not taking down A’s or my account of the incidences. A top rank policemen even told the junior to ‘not let anyone else in’ when I asked him when I was to give my account of the story.

There was a charge by us when SGD was taken into the OC’s office. We demanded that the lawyer be present.

I won’t get into the lawyer. The lawyer was useful at the time and later turned against SGD when he went for bail. The lawyer had elaborate plans of putting SGD on a un-bail able offense charge for which he would be in police custody for 30 days and also planned to bring his father down with him. You can’t trust anyone these days.

SGD was released that day after being detained for 6 hours.

For more information see this

words and flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup

2008-02-27T22:50:00.015+05:30

I saw 'Across the Universe' - Its a beautiful film, one of the best romance movies I've seen in a while and the tribute to beatles angle was amazing - I didn't expect that but it was a pleasant surprise. 7/10.
Useless day spent doing useless things. Must not procrastinate and delay plans of world domination. I hate spending useless days doing doing unproductive things. Hence, I decided to do this tag (since this day is already spent, might as well go out with a bang!)
Life ten years ago... was a blur. Days went by and I'd cycle to tollygunge club, play football in the sun, we'd 'haww' at the f-word, play carrom in class when it was too hot to go out, play mario on the super-nintendo and play prince on my computer, read archies and wanted to be him ('say NO to drugs') and Teenage Mutant Ninja turtle comics. God How I loved TMNT, They were the be-all and end-all. Cowabanga doooooods. Life five years ago...at this point I was getting ready to give my Board exam (class 12 exams) so pretty uneventful but after the exams all my friends left for abroad and I had to start another life from scratch and its a pretty darn good one I have. Life tomorrow... looks good. Looks excellent in fact and I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. To quote incubus ' Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there, with open arms and opens eyes yeah' Five places I would love to run away to...is somewhere in the african or south american jungles but then I wouldn't last too long out there so I'd rather go and see some mosques in russia or take the back roads and travel through the u.s. or go down under and go to the beaches in australia ... list is endless isn't it Five bad habits I have... easily distracted, impatient,irritable, over-sleep,restless Five things I'll never wear... body hugging shirts, flourescent green(heck any flourescent coloured) clothings, orange/red pants, multi coloured socks, bandanas and suchlike. Five biggest joys at this moment... my life has finally taken some direction and i'm pretty glad I'm not in any of those crossroads which I dread so much.. scotland yard, having three of my grandparents alive, my movie collection which will keep me entertained for a few more days and blogging Something to achieve by next year... wanna move out of my house, hopefully will have it done by this year (and yet I'm too used to the small luxuries of this house) Something that impacted me last year... R leaving. What I will miss about 2007... The people in the Factory. Some of them were good people. and I miss R now. Five things I want to do before I die... 1.be responsible for world peace 2. Be president of a large mutinational company/large developed country 3. go to the moon for a holiday 4. hold my grandkids and tell them I love them because I will and I'll tell them all the weird and whacky things i've done in my life although by then technology may have progressed enough for me to tell my great-grandkids all this 5. make the first plasmatonic bomb and have it attached to my heart so when I die, the universe will die to and will hence prove my theory that the universe was built just for me! me me me me!

born slippy

2008-02-27T00:02:00.005+05:30

updates on the going ons in my life -

the cousin, while being a rhodes scholar, is also an upcoming star. We shall soon hope to see him broadway after this performance. Do see it, Its hilarious and fact says over 15000 views in 2 weeks. Ladies, do watch, lots of abs and good looking men.
I plan to attend this and for those who don't know already, I shall be in the Kolkata meeting. I do hope to see some of my fellow bloggers there and to support a cause I feel very strongly about i.e. to stop eve-teasing.
The band is playing in the Eastwind Festival. They have worked very hard to be there and I am extremely proud of being a fan of theirs'.
I watched 3:10 to Yuma and I think the movie gods are smiling down on me 'cos i've been having a streak of watching the most amazing movies. 3:10 to Yuma is at par, if not better than, the good, the bad and the ugly an that, coming from a true clint eastwood/cowboy movie fan, is quite an accolade. I'd rate it 9/10
A fellow blogger and an awesome friend has taken unwell. Here's a little prayer for you and I wish you a speedy recovery.
Mr. B passed away today and I wish I knew him better than I do. I met him twice and both of the meetings were wonderful. May your soul rest in peace.

Till next time - ciao

The bong rant

2008-02-25T18:25:00.004+05:30

The mother is huffing and puffing because I've been on an anti-bengali tirade of late. How difficult is it to get a simple Customer ID so that I can register online for my post-paid connection? Its obviously very difficult, according to the customer care people on the phone and the retarded lowly paid clerks at the bsnl office- it must be gotten from the main branch because its a very complicated task that officers can handle. I'd suggest you look up that box on your desk instead of having it as a showpiece but trust those incompetent idiots [not] to do that and furthermore I doubt if they even know how to switch the damn thing on. Anyway, the mother is obviously very disturbed at the direction this is taking, all this hostility towards my fellow bengalis and has taken it upon herself to criticise all the other races at every opportunity... which simply doesn't make sense if you ask me, its one big puddle becoming bigger but then thats just her defense mechanism.
this is mostly triggered by my choto-thakuma and choto thakudada who are absolute dimwits. They are, The man refuses to work, eats into his savings and the woman will simply not let him work when he finally does get a job where he can work. The woman is very demented - has the memory of a goldfish, talks very loudly and competes for my grandmother's affection along with my aunts... which simply looks absurd. The man thinks the card games played on a irregular sunday afternoons are a matter of life and death and every single move has to be strategically taken, every point remembered.. heck I wouldn't be surprised if he calculated what cards everyone had in their hand before the card was dealt. For some reason, I am his apprentice and I must become card-god. He has taken pains to make sure that I can defeat any opponent at anytime and proudly proclaims to all and sundry what a fabulous player and that he is my teacher. Its very annoying. Its also a boost of ego but still most annoying.
My grandmother lives for these card games. Since the demise of her husband, its the only thing that keeps her going. She'd dress up, a smile will slowly spread on her face and stay there till the end of the game. Unless she is losing in which case she'd kick and scream and bring the roof down. Fact is, it keeps her going - like a glass of water to a thirsty traveller, its her respite from the current illness, from the loss of her husband, and from everything else she grumbles about when she isn't on the table.
Anyway, I'm done with venting and lashing out against bengalis. We have our Rabindranath thakur and our dada and our adda and our cha. That has more than enough shout value.

100 posts. woo hoo

2008-02-24T14:55:00.001+05:30

See this. You must.

thank you, thank you thailand!

2008-02-24T13:07:00.002+05:30

Read a random thought on a Blog about Alanis Morisette's Thank you. Funny was how I instinctively associate that song with my trip to thailand. There could be more than one reasons for that- The mention of thailand in the song and also because I heard this song while I was there. Bangkok was a blur. Satay, Blue seas. Banana Pancakes. Cruise. 7/11. Bangla Road. Red curry. Snorkeling. Ferrari. Strippers. Walking Street. Hard rock Cafe. Skyrail. Fried Squids...
These are the few things that Immediately comes to my mind when I reflect on the beautiful trip I had in August with my Cousin Brother and 6 of his friends to Thailand.We went to Alot of places. Many places in a very short period of time. We went to Phuket,Krabi,Pattaya, of course Bangkok.I remember the white sands and blue seas of Phiphi islands, the colours and sounds of pattaya, looking out of a penthouse in bangkok, morning flights, walks that lasted hours, walking into the sea for 2 km, maybe more, at krabi. The experience itself was unforgettable. people keep going there because its cheap but its so beautiful, shopping is cheap unlike europe, things are cheap, people are friendly, hookers are friendlier. I remember this one hooker on walking street in pattaya who brushed her hands past my shoulders for a fleeting second, and that gave me goosebumps. They obviously aren't like the ugly prostitutes you see on t.v. but very beautiful, extremely beautiful some of them are but then they could turn out to be boys! My cousin and I sat down in those open bars and watched a million people walking past us while sipping on our jack daniels. Everything was an experience, the smell, the feeling, having a crew of over=protecive big brother types around you at every step, everything was just perfect.

The Bong Connection

2008-02-22T14:52:00.003+05:30

Congress leader Priya Ranjan Das Munshi suggested that West Bengal be renamed Bengal, Bongobhoomi or Bongodesh. Bongs. What can I say. I went to a south Indian wedding last to last night and here is a Bong asking for ice-cream [the following dialogue has been translated to English ] 'Give me a bit of ice-cream, only a bit though, not much... yes, a bit more... a bit more... a bit more...' I didn't stick around longer than that because decency would not permit me to laugh openly at this. Another fact I know about my fellow bongs - They have a very unique way of refusing or wanting more food at weddings. This doesn't just relate to that particular south Indian wedding but all weddings in general. When offered food, the mashis and bapi-kakas will protest but food is served until she or he covers her/his plate. if they're just waving their hands frantically about, its all an act, they don't mind more food being served but if they cover their plate, then it means that they really have had enough.
I plan to attend video tonight. It promises to be an exciting play. Will comment more on that once I've actually seen it. Its been such a long time since I've seen a play, nay, a good play.
Oh and I haven't seen 'The Bong Connection'. Wonder how that movie was though.

And I would have stayed up with you all night

2008-02-20T00:14:00.000+05:30

Saw "there will be blood'. I loved it. It has been so long since I've seen such a good movie. I loved it to bits.
The Unwaba revelations has borrowed from every good book I've read, every good graphic novels I've poured over and every awesome movie I've seen. The gameworld Trilogy should have ended with the second book.
I have a dream and now is the time. I shall make history with it. History. World Domination. I obviously won't disclose such top-secret stuff on a public forum but as stud muffin would say ' Its gonna be Legen-waitforit-DARY, Calcutta's new wave.
Need sleep. Can't get any. Must Sleep. But can't.
Oh and yesterday, In front of my ranjan-kaka who had come down from Asansol to meet the grandfather, i got up to greet him only to realise that my fly was open. I realised it before he did and that made all the difference. Says peeing in a black pant is the best feeling in the world, feels nice when you pee and when nobody notices. Haven't tried it, never will. I'm not that adventurous. Speaking of being adventurous, the father is thinking of going to leh before he gets too old. He wants me to join him. Lets see how it goes, I need to be physically fit and rejoining my long-lost gym is on the cards.

you're as smooth as tennessee whisky

2008-02-16T11:28:00.000+05:30

Of late, I have been consuming and insane amount of alcohol. Insane. I-n-s-a-n-e. I've been drinking like a fish and although I've not quite been in a position to be way-out-drunk and go puking all over the place or creating a Class Clown of myself (except on two occasions where being a clown didn't quite matter) Its the after-effect of the drinking that is the most annoying. Waking up in the morning is a chore and work is almost impossible with the constant headache.
There are three things I noticed at princeton last night. It irks me no end when I see stupid people doing stupid s. Lord knows I've done my share of stupid things but the three things I noticed in Princeton redefines what stupidity is all about.
First Stupid thing - Wearing a track suit to a gig. Its understandable that someone would wear a saree to a gig. A mommy, a person coming from work etc etc. But a TRACK SUIT? give me a break. If you've come from the gym, then shouldn't you have had a bath before coming and henced - changed? Perhaps the person in question meant the session of head-banging and frenzied activity to be a form of physical exercise and came prepared. or, the person could have wanted to show the entire world that the person was exercising regularly (and thats good seeing how fat you are) thus explaining the track suit. whatever may the reason be, so not cool. not.
second stupid thing - LISTENING TO IPOD DURING A EAR-SPLITTING GIG- what the fuck, i mean WHAT THE FUCK! I felt like slapping the person with a large trout. why have your headphones on and listen to your mp3 player d uring a gig? why do it man? why come? it'll be a relief to a lot of people if you just sat and listen to your goddamned music at home.
third stupid thing and this one is so annoying. Why answer a phone call and try speaking to the person on the other end if you're in the front row of a concert? answering, I would understand. you'd wanna show the person that you can't talk. Thats fair. but trying to have a conversation? screaming on top of the deafening music? fuck you chomus who wanna show us your crappy n70.
I need a drink.

2008-02-15T15:56:00.000+05:30

Back in school, there would be a box where innocent little boys and girls dropped in a card for the love of their life. Only, the love of their life would get the aforementioned card in front of the entire assembly. I usually dreaded going on that particular day for I'd get far too many cards and none of them from the pretty girls who claimed that they were in love with me. In fact I don't think I got a card from an ugly girl either, just alot of cards from mean boys who thought that this was funny.
I got two superpokes yesterday and one sms wishing me a happy valentines day. think that meant a lot more than those cards ever did.

Seems magic is in the air. My fingers felt electricity shocks thrice out of nowhere yesterday and then I saw this.The universe is trying to tell me something.

Read this book and now starting on life's looking good :)

2008-02-14T00:26:00.000+05:30

Welcome to the Darkness, my friend,
Would you not stay till the end,
Would you not savour the abyss,
Would you get lost in the midst,
Of the screaming madness,
Of the stillness,
Among the many that have come,
To solve the conundrum,
They never could, they never would,
They would stay that way forever
Just like you and me, for eternity,
Welcome, my friend.

coast to coast LA to chicago, western male, Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale

2008-02-11T17:12:00.000+05:30

today was such a lazy day. I mean a really lazy day. I've had my share of lazy days but never as lazy as this. Its not even as I watrranted the amount of sleep I got. I did not go out last night or was awake until the wee hours of the morning doing something inconsequential that justified the amount of sleep I got. Now I'm feeling like fatty acid. Yes, fatty acid. Fatty acid is thick and dense and when it drips, it moves ever soooo slowly like millimetres by millimetres until it goes into the drop and then when it finally drops it hangs suspended in the air for what seems like eternity and then lands with a resounding 'plop' and then slowly, ever-so-slowly starts spreading around where it landed. I feel like that, like time is moving very slowly today.
I will be watching juno and atonement in the coming days. I have seen 'no country for old men' and although everyone else is going crazy about it, I don't see how its that brilliant.. I mean its definitely good but i've seen many movies which are a whole lot better. Also seen saw 3 and surf's up. Both of them are past-time movies but I can't wait to see saw 4 either. All that blood and gore and twisted mechanisms makes me very excited in a way. I've always wanted to be a sick mother fucker of a serial killer type like that guy in se7en. He didn't get caught, he gave himself up. Or I'd be a cat in this cat and mouse game 'cos most of the time, the cat does win. Anyway, all this is just fantasies. I want the simple life with a ferrari and a penthouse in Manhattan.
A friend of mine narrated a rather funny story about an incident in New York. This guy goes walking down the street and looks back to see a Nun jumping over a puddle and then three lads started singing 'mother superior jumped the gun' out of nowhere. Apparently these kind of things keep happening there. I so wish I was living there!

2008-02-07T21:44:00.000+05:30

There are no dirth of places In kolkata as far as a good gourmet experience is concerned but when my friends from London came down, I was surprised to find that I was a bit tongue-tied to suggest the most 'legendary' place, a place which has some rave value.
So here is a list of my top 5 discreet, hole-in-the-wall type semi-expensive dos. note - this list has been made keeping in mind the ban on chicken because of the bird-flu epidemic.
1. Jimmy's Restaurant. Located right next to new market and a landmark in its own right, This place goes on my list simply because their golden fried prawns and sliced chilly pork. The ambience here is one which can be said ' A fancy bar which is not a bar but a restaurant and not fancy' that's a conundrum that you would have to solve by only going there. Its good fun but be warned, the prawns did come to a hefty amount. Its about 500 per head if you go for the prawns but if you don't have the prawns you can have a decent meal at about 250-300 per head
2. Fomerly known as Shradha, Charcoal Grill is simply the best sea-food restaurant in Kolkata. We went mad ordering there, From Crabs to Lobsters to fried Squids, we had a bit of everything and let me assure you that it was a memorable meal to say the least. I remember being extremely happy after the meal and not being overly full although the quantity they serve is more than sufficient for a family sized do. Its a bit expensive at around Rs 600 a head but let me assure you that the grub is more than worth it. Its located in Park Circus.
3. Krystal Chopsticks - Located In Gariahat, This Chinese feature is my favourite due to its delectable konjee fried lamb.
4. Arsalan - This Park circus restaurant is known for it's lamb fare and I would recommend the biryani unhesitatingly and I love it because its cheap as sin.
Edited later - on retrospect, Kim Ling (tangra) should feature on this list. do try out their crispy fried mushrooms. Its pure heaven.
5. Sharma's Dhaba. Probably because it has never let me down no matter what time I went there, This place is recommendation because of its cha. thats it. its cha. and also the tummy-fillers you get at 4 in the morning. Food is good food, place is cafeteria-like and ambience is one where you can enjoy a meal with a group of friends. It is an experience unto itself.

squids and lobsters at Charcoal Grill.

Time is never time at all, you can never ever leave without leaving a bit of youth

2008-02-05T14:14:00.000+05:30

i like thinking about the past long enough to relive it for that moment and in that moment I am where I was thinking of and doing what I had once done and when that moment passes I'm back in this world which is filled with shades of grey.
Like that day. I've relived it a million times. That day, a hot may morning, when I did not have a class to do till late afternoon. We threw out the driver and took the car for a joyride. It was so much fun. Till I came back to the school only to find that my (deputy) principle accosting me for doing 'such a heinous crime' and me having to lie about a lot of things and her having to fight with me because she knew I was lying but I couldn't help lying because I felt so trapped. I think that was the day my childhood stopped because I never quite got around to having that kind of fun again.
Then there was this other time when the father had bought a new car and I thought I'd take it for a quick spin hours it had rolled into our garage only to let go of the clutch too fast and make a few bad moves that ultimately resulted in the car crashing into a pillar. My sister was in the car as well, None of us got hurt but then my dad came and so the condition of the car and then I got hurt.
And a play which I acted in in school where i got a standing ovation when I acted as a person getting electrocuted. It was a funny play and we all enjoyed it and we enjoyed it so much because it was the only play i did with the 'new kids on the block' who had joined our school in class 11 and 12. I think I was the only person who made friends with all the new kids, all the rest of my class were very anti-them and once, when they tried being friends they all hated each other in the end. I managed to keep a balance between the two. I'm everyone's friend and nobody's enemy because I could not handle being somebody's enemy. Thats bad for business though and now things have changed and there are people I hate and who hate me and I like that because it makes me appreciate the people I love in its own weird way.
So many moments lost in time, lost in space. My school, they have torn it down, what a tale those walls could have told.

2008-02-03T00:49:00.000+05:30

Notes from the wonder of all wonders -

SUCCESS is not free. Most things in life are, but not success. Success has a price, and even though some may get a light sentence, usually its a heavy price to pay.

Never make a person a priority who will treat you as reserve. Fuck them, No one is important enough, no one is indispensable.

You've had it rough? Get over it. You've had it tough? move on. I hate myself when I just sit there wondering about what has happened. I hate it even later, when I realise how much time I wasted sitting there and not doing something about it.

Travel, or read a book. Its very important that you're doing one of the two on a regular basis. It helps increase your perspective on life and for me, personally, it helps me live.

She asks and He answers

2008-01-30T22:51:00.000+05:30

Yes, you saw it right, 'She asks and He answers' is a community on a very popular social community networking site and the basic thing is what the topic states - she asks and he answers.
So where am I going from here?
Ah. I've taken it upon myself to present my 2 cents on these rather popular questions asked by females (or men pretending to be females) from all around the world. Here goes

do guys discuss there girlz n wid whom n how moch.

how many guys discuss their relationshipas in graphic details ( girls do,...but dats different u kno..)
if they do...wid whom do they do it?...
and if they do it wid ne guy wats their level of involvement in that particular relation,..
quite some questions.......phew!!!..

Personally, I don't. I never discuss my relationship except with a very few (and by that i mean 1-2) people. Relationships are pretty fragile and personal in my opinion and there are issues which you have to deal with yourself if there are issues to begin with.
I have a friend who goes around blabbing everything about his relationship. From what problems he's having, all the negative points of his girlfriends and even all the sex positions he has tried out. I guess he enlightened me as to why I should keep some things personal, it undermines the relationship and there are things that the other person in the relationship may not feel comfortable letting others know.
However (yes, there is a but) I think its cool bragging about your sexual exploits and the gory details if you're not serious about the chick. If its a casual relationship and there is not commitment involved then I don't think it should hurt anyone.

Internet Relations
How many of you have had girlfriends on the internet? How many of you have met your girlfriend through the internet?
Have these relationships been successful? What do you think of internet romance?

I met my girlfriend online. Its a different issue that we have common friends in real life as well but I met her online and now we're going strong for four years which is something...
anyway, thing is, I'd be a hypocrite if i were to say that internet relationships do not work out. They do albeit a bit rare. I had a sort-of relationship with this chick in Australia for a year when I was in school. When I look back on it, It feels fun, knowing that at the end of the day we're two complete strangers but it was fun chatting all day with her about stuff in common, random stuff and so on.
note - I'll blog about this later. Someday.

guy and girl as JUST friends
is it really possible for a guy and girl to be just friends without never at any point being attracted to the other??

if the girl is a dyke and the guy is a fairy then sure why not...

(Someone thought I was taking a dig at homosexuals by that retort in this particular thread so here is my Disclaimer - This is an inconsequential comment and harmless crack at the possibility of a platonic relationship between male and female.)

WHAT DO MEN WANT FROM WOMEN
Let´s see now... What do Men Want From Women... apart from that thing that is always in your minds, what else do you want from us? And plz... sincerity, guys... if you can...

i wonder, what is it that men want from women?

and to answer that question, here are the lyrics of a famous beatles song

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera ,Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

coming back to life – david gilmour

2008-01-30T01:00:00.000+05:30

got this from Srin while I was reading her blog (this is one of her december post)

Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Bush - Swallowed

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
string of lies – goo goo dolls (!)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Sweat (la la long) – inner circle (haha!)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
senz una donna – Zunchero feat. Paul young

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
dice - finlay quaye and William orbit

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
my iron lung - radiohead

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
don’t look back in anger - oasis

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
dressed for success - roxette

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
runaway – bon jovi

WHAT IS 2+2?
such a night – elvis presley

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
stay together for the kids – blink 182 (hahahaha… wtf?)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
you angel you – NRPS (bullseye!)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
passenger seat – death cab for cutie

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
solitary man – neil young (Nooooooooo!!!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
bridge over troubled water – simon and garfunkel

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
behind blue eyes – the who

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
letter from India – Paco de Lucia

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
don’t tread on me – metallica (yeah man, spot on)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
whiskey in the jar – metallica (HAHA)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
far away – nickelback (eh?)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
more than this – bryan ferry/roxy music

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
coming back to life – david gilmour

Don't cry for me Argentina, the truth is i never left you

2008-01-28T19:16:00.000+05:30

I obviously could not leave.
I realised, I'm too used to this comfort that blogger has provided for me. Its tough maintaining an html based blog so I'd rather just sit back and let blogger do all the work.
Later on, I'll stop that other blog completely and copy all that stuff into one massive blog post here.

But that is to be done later. Right Now, I shall post my favourite pictures (with captions) of the things I saw on my recent trip to Europe (France, Spain and Germany). Ofcourse these are very select pictures, not the usual suspects that i put up in facebook...

At a brewery in germany. Bend it like Bekham anyone?

Now thats what I call Chess... Gand'lf's goan kick yo ass ye hear?

This 'Nightclub' was a bathroom in Strasbourg (france) Where's the DJ?

In dog I trust. All others must pay cash.

two door maruti swift in germany... woo hoo!

Origami outside the museo de cera de barcelona

and last but not least, The background you see on my template is the door of Gaudi's Temple de Sagrada Familia. Till next time.

2007-08-24T09:20:00.001+05:30

I have decided to move. Move to a bigger house and a house that I made on my own and can call my own. Blogger has been extremely nice to me for the past 2 years that I have been with it but its time to bid it adieu. Not completely. I shall still be using my blogger to be posting comments on various blogs but as far as my blogging goes, it shall be done in :-

The Antediluvian's Domain
Edit update (link has been deactivated)

So long and thanks for all the fish.

2007-04-27T14:40:00.000+05:30

Your Vocabulary Score: A

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!
You must be quite an erudite person.

How's Your Vocabulary?

I didn't believe it either...

2007-04-23T09:40:00.000+05:30

this has been lying around. things have changed but i thought i'd put this up anyway...

I know I’m a long way from home and stranded in the middle of nowhere when

1.There is no net connection for miles around and I sit typing on a computer that still uses Windows 95 and then copy the document into a floppy disk which I have to bring to Calcutta to a friend’s house who will read the floppy and then email the document to my computer so that I can get this blog entry up.

2.I spend my time working whereas actually I’m thinking about what I can blog about. This usually never works out; Whenever I get down to write what I was thinking about, the thoughts have all gone away to some distant land-of-no-return.

3.I have to keep myself busy working because if I don’t, I would die of boredom.

4.When I got a Holiday, it went on forever. When I finally went to bed, I was glad because I had work the next day!

Being away from civilization does have it perks. I’ve read a lot of books. Books that I have been meaning to read for sometime but now, I have finally read it. Although there is no net connection, there is a TV with a cable connection here (yes, surprisingly) and so I’ve taken out time to watch TV. That’s a rarity when I’m in Kolkata. Either I’m on the net, or I’m out or I’m watching movies which were downloaded off the net. TV is fun. I steadfastly refused to watch Grey’s anatomy before coming here (I couldn’t bear to sit through another Ally Mcbeal type serials again) but Grey’s anatomy is fun. And so is Heroes… Although nothing can quite compare to Prison Break, I’ve finished till episode 18 of season 2! And then there are these really cool music videos of VH1 which I would never have seen otherwise cos I don’t really flip through music channels but I do here because I was dying without music. I did not bring any walkmans or players! Anyway, so there was Bones by the Killers which I liked a lot and the r’n’b videos are so funny, always being about money and chicks… nothing about that has changed in over 5 years now!
In the evenings, there are power cuts. They don’t last for too long, perhaps an hour at the most. I take this opportunity to take some time out and look at the stars which are strewn across the sky like diamonds on black velvet. Night before last saw a full moon. T’was beautiful. I’d take my flashlight and point it at the stars and smile, hoping that some1 would know I’m here as well.

2007-02-15T16:16:00.000+05:30

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Random memories and old song lyrics

2007-02-14T09:25:00.000+05:30

You're in the wrong place my friend, you'd better leaveNever seen you looking so lovely as you did tonightpapa I sure hope you understand sometimes you gotta fight 'cos you're a manfreedom's just another word for nothing left to losei am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remainedyou held on to me like I was a crucifixbut it just may be a lunatic you're looking foryou can't start a fire without a spark

I can't hide and I just can't fake itwhen divided we stand united we falland its your face I've been looking fori guess he won't be singing in the raindrove down to the levee but the levee was dryone more starry eyed messiah meets a violent farewelltell me how you know now the ways and means of getting in underneath my skinwe both what memories can bringLooking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cuphow many times must a cannon ball fire before they're forever bannedmy poem are soft green my poems are also flaming crimsonnoble kings and princes would bow when e'er they camelittle does she know that when she left that day along with her she took my heartmorning walks and bedroom talks oh how I loved you thenlive and let live or let goLook at me standing here on my own again up straight in the sunshineThere goes my baby there goes my heart they're gone forever they're so far apart.life is old there older than the trees younger than the mountains but to wait for you is all i can do

2007-02-13T12:27:00.000+05:30

We live in a world which is so beautifully artistic that one need leave nothing to imagination. And yet, yet the mind is such an extraordinary thing. We lust for things that are never there. We thrive to see beyond existence. We keep pushing our space into other spaces, a space that never were but now exists. In the event of these aspirations, technology had made it virtually impossible to not achieve what the mind’s eye sees. Like a book that has no ending, the power of technology is limitless; the power of the mind is limitless. It is with the coming of technology that we can succeed in the communication of thoughts and perceptions with clarity and distinction.
My earliest memories were of my late grandfather who would sit me down and tell me Bengali poems which would vividly describe animals and what they would say if they could talk. At the time it was funny, entertaining and gave me a leash on imagination. This was at a time when technology was still in its infancy and on retrospect, everything that he used to say can now be enacted and performed with the same humour and comic as he described. He did not live to see that.

2007-02-11T11:44:00.000+05:30

I watched the movie darkness. It was scary. not as scary as I had initially imagined but scary enough to be classified as a scary movie. Anything that involves children becoming ghosts is scary. Still. Wasn't scary scary by a long shot.
Its just somethings that you see people doing and you scream in your head 'you stupid person, why the fuck would you go in there' and then invariable something happens but you know it will happen so you don't really get shocked.
I had this moment once, we (bunch of us) were going to this field in the dead of the night. There was a massive mist and that on an empty field that stretches out for miles and in the middle of nowhere was something us post-teenagers could not resist. So we went in. It was at this moment that things felt surreal and I felt like I was watching a movie where in my mind I would be screaming at the actors to NOT go in there.
Nothing happened that night. Nothing bad, that is. In fact, it was probably one of the best nights of my life. I can't imagine what may have gone. The thought is probably more scarier that what actually could have happened.
I'll finish this later. I'm going to go have a long shower and then go and see traffic signal.

2007-02-11T02:02:00.000+05:30

I'm back. living a lie in technicolour. watch this space. too sleepy.

2006-12-25T11:40:00.000+05:30

For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

We wish you a merry christmas and a Happy New Year.

2006-12-14T12:08:00.000+05:30

10 things I would never do (tagged by keshi)

die. I don’t want to die. I would never die if I had the choice.
The above option becomes null and void if I cannot have music and books in my life. Same as the person who gave this to me, music is a constant source of adrenaline for me and don’t think I can survive without any music and books.
steal. I used to steal money so that I could smoke. I felt horrible about it and then I stopped both. Stealing and smoking. It just wasn’t worth it.
drive a car. Had an accident that was way too traumatic when I drove my car. Can’t bring myself to sit in front of the wheel again.
Stand quietly while someone is being wronged. In Calcutta, that’s very often and I can’t for the life of me stand quietly and not interfere. I’ve been told many a times not to do it but if something bad is happening to some1 (old man not given a seat in the bus) then by jove I will shout and scream and holler till people are embarrassed enough to vacate their seat or not do anything that is wrong in the sense of the word.
sing in public. This does not include screaming at the top of my lungs along to the lyrics of my fave band at someplace else but I would never sing by myself for the benefit of the public (read 2 or more people).
not smoke. Technically that gets covered in point 3 but I won’t smoke not only because of the stealing but I can’t handle knowing that I’m killing myself.
Do something stupid when I know I’m doing something stupid. We had a big plan of going to a cemetery after this night of partying and spending a couple of hours there, a group of us. I said no. They got pissed off but I don’t want the girls to be raped and the guys to be murdered by the next morning. Sorry. Done a lot of things like this, I always follow my gut.
Let someone down. I would never do it if I could but I always manage to.
rollerskate. I don’t know what else I would never do. I wanna do everything atleast once lol .

whoever wants to do this, knock yourself out :) I tag thee!

2006-12-08T09:22:00.001+05:30

I used to think about a lot of weird stuff before. I had a friend who was a prodigy of sorts and we used to sit and discuss conspiracy theories. For the longest time, I used to be in constant fear that I was always being watched. I also used to think we were tiny, so tiny that we just a tiny molecule for something that is really big, bigger than the galaxy and all the galaxies, heck the entire universe is small compared to it That didn’t make me feel too good. Made me feel tiny and insecure and lonely and wondering what this universe was really for. And of course, there was the matrix theory. We are all living in a dream and that nothing is real and everything is being controlled by a third party (aliens, government, robots) for various reasons.

This guy went away, last I heard he was frying his brains doping his life away. I grew out of all those little theories and came back to reality where I had a normal happy existence.

I don’t know whether it is because I have too much free time on my hands now, or whatever it is, these little thoughts have come back to me. I’m not paranoid like I used to be, Its more like I’m amused. Amused because we actually came up with all that stuff and how much fun we had doing it. The theories, the research, the enthusiasm… I wonder where all that has gone. I wonder if I’ll ever do that again with anyone. I guess not.

So today, I’m gonna tell the world about one of my theories. It’s a bit weird, but it could be true, it could not. Its probably something you’ve heard before, its probably not. Doesn’t have a beginning, it doesn’t have an end and its not conclusive at all. Skip this part if you’re not into this kind of stuff.

We live lives, everyday, making a thousand choices every second. Every second of your existence is a choice, a choice that was made which may or may not have consequences. Now for every choice that was made, there is an alternate course that you did not take. What if, when we talk about dimensions, the theories of multiple dimensions, there is a dimension for all the choices that were not taken. So perhaps in this dimension you have take A path whereas there is another dimension which has taken the B path. Only, there are millions of choices resulting in millions of dimensions, millions of different universes where different choices were made by an individual. If we take the entire populace of the world, we’d have billioans and trillions of parallel universe each with its own story. We just live in one of them.

I’d like to also point out that if we do ever build a time machine that actually works and change the past or whatever, we’d just be transported to another dimension where things are what we’d want them to be. It’s a funny thing, time and universe. Anyway, I can put in a lot of other factors but then it’ll just keep going on and on. In the end, its just rubbish. It doesn’t really help us in any way whatsoever and it’s a waste of time thinking about it. But what if?

2006-12-04T19:33:00.000+05:30

I don't preach it. If you smoke next to me, I won't tell you not to. I'd probably be a friend and hand a gun over to you but I don't because people get annoyed and I find I don't have too many friends left that way. so here's my way.

p.s.- I was a smoker. I stopped. I smoke once in a while in times of very heavy depression but thats like once a year for the past three years. Its hard but I wanna enjoy this life.

P.s. 2- This pic is made by me. There are no copyrights and please use it for anything you want. Spread the message.

2006-12-03T13:11:00.000+05:30

The weirdest convo ever. It all started with A’s father announcing that a Doberman pup is to stay with A for a couple of days before being transported off. A gets very excited at having li’l Doberman pup (A loves doggies). A rushes off to tell M who gets excited as well (M loves doggies). A and M then has the following conversation which A is very weirded off about. A then decides to sleep. And THEN blog about it after sleeping it over it.

I’ll start from the beginning.

A- Guess what? I’m getting a dog!

M- It takes a lot of responsibility (blah blah ‘tune off*)

A- uhuh uhuh yes (auto-function on)

M- so have you decided to name it?

A- (wakes up) Name it?

M- yes, if you’re keeping a pup, you have to name it right?

A- urr… yes… I was thinking Caesar.

M- why Caesar, do you want a power hungry dog who doesn’t know when some1 is plotting againt him.

A- ok, then what about Brutus?

M- so you want a backstabbing dog who will turn on its master?

A- ok genius, you come up with something.

M- How about duke?

A- It would suit a pug. Doberman’s are big and mean. We need big and mean names.

M- how about Edward.. or Gavston?

A- What happened to the big and mean names? and you want my dog to be a HOMO?

M- err… ok ok what about Shakespeare.

A- Too arty farty. Doberman’s are mean dogs. I don’t want him to start composing poetry.

M- wordsworth, it’s a nice name…

A- He’ll be going to a farm… do you want him to start writing poems about the flora and fauna there?

M- Ok, Macbeth!

A- too evil and diabolical.

M- what about prospero, or feste?

A- Why are we talking about names from your syllabus again? Maybe we should start from MY syllabus..

M- Your syllabus?? YOU studied B.com!

A- yes well.. I could call him Invoice, or Hire-purchase…

M- you go ahead then, call him invoice!

A- uhm… that wouldn’t go very well… what about gods… roman gods…

M- yeah, Apollo! Zeus! Prometheus!

A- Apollo for a dog? Zeus is like Duke, too short, Prometheus was a woman!
(update- i meant promethea and she may have not heard)

M- What about Brands? You could have a branded dog… say Georgio Armani or Tommy Hilfiger?

A= First off, its pansy, second of all, They’ll probably get pissed off and sue me for copyrights and third ‘how do you expect me to call him if I name him tommy Hilfiger? ‘here tommy, here tommy’. The dog will get hurt.

M- You’re so difficult!

A- I got it, I’ll call him Captain Jack Sparrow!

M- (resignly) Err. Ok… I suppose when we call himnwe’ll say ‘here captain jack sparrow, here captain jack sparrow?

A- nana we’ll call him Captain or cap when we have to call him. That’ll be his official name. or maybe in this case, Captain Jack Dog.

I can’t wait for Captain to come.

one trip

2006-11-21T16:35:00.000+05:30

Erm. It seems that I have been using my blog as a punching bag of late, which clearly my blog is not so here’s an attempt to keep of the few remaining readers (no, I’m not giving out free chocolates) so here’s a little story of mine which was hilarious at the time but I have a way of telling jokes like a clownfish (they aren’t very good joke tellers- see finding nemo)

So our story begins somewhere on the road between Kolkata and Puri. At this point, let me tell you a brief history of time and what exactly is it that we were doing there. We were returning from Puri to Kolkata. Err. On a more serious note, My father loves Puri and makes it a point to go there as often as he could. Of course, then he had the bright idea of buying a flat and a farm in Puri so now he goes there even more often than he’d like to go. Anyway, enough of digressing, Its usually the drives for which I go to Puri. I love the long drive, Not long enough to get sick of the drive and not short for it to be over before it begins. The trip from Kolkata to Puri is one day of unadulterated driving full of speed, dhabas, and bonding with the family folks. In most circumstances, It would be my sister and my mother accompanying The father and myself but on this particular trip, it was to be the father’s brother-inlaw, his sister and my cousin.

As much as I love them (which isn’t *too* much to begin with) they are horrible horrible traveling companions. In fact, I swore never to go traveling with any relatives after this for the sheer amounts of bathroom breaks they’d take. Each bathroom break would last for an hour which each of them ‘freshened up’. I wouldn’t even have minded the bathroom breaks all that much if the cousin didn’t smile this weird smile of his which indicated that he had just done the smelling god-awful fart in an ac car!!! I mean for god’s sake, why the bathroom breaks if you can’t get your bloody shit out! Ok, I’ll stop being gross but you get the general idea... and the general idea was that there were lots of bathroom breaks and farts. Ok, maybe I’m not being completely fair, They were good company. They’d say silly things and I’d laugh at them in my head. Err. The boy came up with good conversation regarding Kishore Kumar and the boy insisted we listen to Kishoreda and deesko hindi gaana on the journey but that was all good, helped me get back to my Indian roots and all. The aunt was great fun to chat with and the uncle is an amazing conversationalist and extremely funny (like a mole-funny type).

Here is the history of my family and other animals which is hugely irrelevant to the actual story (hehe) which took place while we were returning from Puri to Kolkata.

We were in the car, sitting and discussing something serious. I think it was my late grandfather and what ana amazing person he was (he really was the most amazing person) and how everyone loved him and respected him for the fine human being he was. Having finished the conversation, the car went into a silence. To change the topic, one of us said ‘what a beautiful scenery. It really was a beautiful scenery. There was a lake and the evening sun, bright red, was descending and was lying low over the lake casting a red hue to all the trees and fauna around it. It was really very pretty.

Now we sat there watching the scenery, when suddenly, my uncle asked my dad to pull the car over. I realized that he really felt the beauty, that he was going to take some time off and really appreciate the beauty. So he gets of the car and stands facing the lake a bit away from the car. I saw his face soak up the beauty, contemplating, his head bowed down and then again rising as if the scenery as really gotten to him and I thought that I must really get out and appreciate the scenery as well for I’m unlikely to see something as pretty as this again.

I get out of the car, looking at the lake, I walk up to where my uncle was, not taking my eyes off the beautiful sunset. Then, I casually put my arm around him, look at his face and go ‘Isn’t it really beautiful, the scenery’.

The look on his face was as if I was death. His face went pale. He looked away immediately and pulled up his zip!

And then I realized what had just transpired. Of course, I went back into the car pretending nothing had happened which was very difficult to do since the cousin and the aunt along with the father had burst out into peals of laughter.

I’m reminded of this incident at every family gathering so here’s my story, dear bloggers. Moral of the story?

If some one wants to appreciate nature’s beauty, just let them!

2006-11-06T18:36:00.000+05:30

So there are a few things which is worth knowing … ok maybe not quite knowing, infact totally useless but then again my head is filled with useless information so here are some... some which I find a bit fascinating to say the least… and others may find disturbing so shoo ye faint of heart. Ok,, fis

The first is that the soul weighs 21 grams. Proven fact- its just 21 grams. The precise moment a person Dies, he is lighter by 21 grams. Now I won’t get into facts and details here but, doesn’t the soul feel a hell of a lot heavier? Like I always thought mine weighed a ton or so… it’s all an illusion really.

The second is that no one can die a peaceful death unless they die from old age. People say ‘have cyanide and its gonna be quick and painless. Bullshit. For that one micro-second you’ll feel a pain like never before, and I guess the one second will actually last for an eternity but that’s a different story. And if you think sleeping pills kill you peacefully, it’s the biggest rubbish ever. You wake up, foam spills over your mouth, you go into convulsions, and then your organs start shutting down one by one. You’re more likely to die from internal bleeding than actually sleeping away to the other side and while you’re bleeding internally, you can’t do much cos all of your body is out of your control. You’re basically paralysed and dying so sleeping pills are the most horrible way to die, contrary to popular beliefs. If you jump from a Building, you’re dead by the time you’ve crossed the first three floors. Normal body would’ve died from a heart-attack than the actual impact. I’m not talking about parachute jumpers, I’m talking about people who wants to commit suicide. When they take the plunge the body knows there’s nothing that can be done to save them so they just die from a heart-attack. The most peaceful way to actually die would be from old-age. Every person comes to earth with a stipulated amount of heart-beats or breath and when that number is up, the body automatically shuts down. One last breath and poof, all the organs are shut down all at once. Lovely way to pass away. There’s also another way which I’ve learnt, shortcut to a peaceful death which I Coaxed out of a doctor (friend) which a certain babelfish finds extremely unethical (blah blah) but still, its there. A name to a very potent drug, which is surprisingly used to cure hyper-tension, and, when used excessively will kill you in the most peaceful manner possible. How ironic- something used to cure hyper-tension can kill you like that.

And thirdly, These options don’t really apply to me and hopefully to no-one who is reading this. The reason It doesn’t apply to me is simple. The afternoon sun. Ok, maybe that’s not the only reason but This point is going to be about the afternoon sun. The sunlight which flows right before darkness comes. The sun flows into my living rooms illuminating everything into beautiful hues of gold. The glass sparkles. The gold shines a beautiful shine which looks like the doorway to heaven. The wooden floors look warm and comfortable. Those days, I just sit with a book and read till dusk, or I just lie on my sofa and soak in the sun and the beauty of my otherwise boring living room. I really feel as if I’m somewhere else, as if all those story books are real and there are magic in this mundane world.

And yet, there is magic, there’s magic in music, there’s magic in technology. Oh here’s another thought I’ve been having of lately. W’re constantly surrounded by elements. What if there’s another planet with more potent elements and energy surrounding them. What then eh? Maybe its that what causes the magic we keep hearing about in fairy tales and stories. Potent elements. Bleh. You’d think? :p

Ok, rambling stops here.

Ghetto superstar is a rip-off of island in the stream. Assholes.

2006-10-21T01:13:00.000+05:30

The cousin is on round 3 of getting a Rhodes scholarship. Imagine reaching Stage 3. Last stage! Makes you wonder what you did what your life. It’s a simple theory though, you work hard it comes back. Sometimes, you just need to believe in just one thing and suddenly everything else opens up for you. Just ‘cos you worked hard and it always comes back I don’t think I’ve worked as hard as I would have liked to. Its probably because I’ve enjoyed my life. I wake up and I’m happy to be alive. Its comforting to know that I’m alive and I live. I don’t work hard, I don’t smoke, I don’t drink more than I should, I just live. Life is beautiful if you live it. Its beautiful when you feel it in your blood, when you think and wonder where all the thoughts come from, when you smell a hot coffee on a cold winter morning and sigh a little sigh of happiness. Life is that. Never having to say you’re sorry, never having regrets, never having to run away from anything.
The answers in the forest carved upon a tree. I’ll leave you with a poem. One of my favourite. It has nothing to do with anything, its random like this blog.

WE were young, we were merry, we were very very wise,
And the door stood open at our feast,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.

O, still grew the hearts that were beating so fast,
The loudest voice was still.
The jest died away on our lips as thy passed,
And the rays of July struck chill.

The cups of red wine turned pale on the board,
The white bread black as soot.
The hound forgot the hand of her lord,
She fell down at his foot.

Low let me lie, where the dead dog lies,
Ere I sit me down again at a feast,
When there passes a woman with the West in her eyes,
And a man with his back to the East.

2006-08-31T11:49:00.000+05:30

My days have become such that every morning when I wake, I do not remember what I did the day before. Like memento. In fact, sometimes i try really hard and I remember but then, it takes time to try and remember. Is this what 'breezing through life' is all about? the thing you think 'what did i do all my life' when you're 30 only that you're not 30 and you will be and you know this is what you'll think before you start wasting money on hang gliding, water skiing and some extreme sports just to make you think that you are doing something in your life which gives out a sorry excuse for your existance.

2006-08-30T12:49:00.000+05:30

ugliness is a virtue by itself. if you're ugly, you're beautiful inside. god help those who are ugly and ugly inside. whatever that means. its all crap to me really.

2006-08-29T12:24:00.000+05:30

so many hours have gone by, days repeating themselves, the days go by endlessly and I still don't know... anything.
and right now, I couldn't care less.
and tomorow will be the same as today.
god save the queen.

2006-04-03T13:42:00.000+05:30

Was go through a couple of blogs when I came across this and decided there are a couple of songs that floods me with memories as well. here are some of them, there are more but I can't remember them. sometimes I'd just hear a song and then remember a time when I would be hearing them.

camera one by janis joplin group and innocent by our lady peace - My cousin has a huge influence on me when it came to music. That transition when I stopped listening to silly pop numbers (read spice girls and backstreet boys) and started appreciating good english music came when my cousin made me listen to a few lovely tracks. These two were the ones I'd listen to a lot and whenever I hear these songs i think of my cuz and the thousands of cassettes he would send to me from b'lore and how I'd devour all the music like a traveller in the desert devours water.
me and bobby mcgee by kriss kristoferson- My older cuz made me listen to this song and then i got it on a cassette and I'd go down to my car, turn on the engine so that the music player would come on and just sit in the car and enjoy this song. I think it was the best feeling in the world.
Born in the USA by Bruce springsteen- this is not one of my favourite songs but this songs remind me of a period in my life when my entire family (means my cousins frm b'lore and from bombay and america) came and i had a whale of a time, going to five star restaurants and clubbing and basically having a blast!
This Kiss by faith hill- My girlfriend dedicated this song to me when we had just started going out. Its our song.
Always by Bon Jovi and November Rain by guns and roses-Some of the best moments of my life was spent listening to these songs. Used to listen to these two songs so often with my circle of friends in school. Everything was so perfect then, and we'd wish we'd never grow up and we'll always be together and all. Right now, I have no clue where everybody is but these songs, these songs will always live on.
d'ove lamoure by cher- same bunch of friends, we practised this song for a inter-class dance competition, we sucked but this song will always remind me of the fun I had during practises!

2006-03-30T14:55:00.000+05:30

was reading 'the monk who sold his ferrari'. I didn't like the book and didn't read at least three quarter of the book. I saw a couple of movies. Interview with the vampire, Chicken Little, and Zoolander. Here's a short take on all three.
Chicken Little- Amazing. I loved it. I really think its one of the cutest 3d animated movie I have EVER seen besides monster's Inc but even that is just a wee bit better. Go see it. Its really really cute.
Zoolander- These kinds of films bores me. Its in your face stupidity. Its a test of your patience and fustration seeps through you by the first ten minutes of the film. You could watch it if you've got nothing better to do but its really not highly recommended by me.
Interview with the Vampire- This film was released in 1994 and its star cast includes names like Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Antonio Banderas and Kirsten Dunst. It was a good watch. Didn't teach me anything new about Vampires but it didn't contradict stuff I already knew which I really appreciated. To most part, it kept with the book and although Antonio Banderas's character was suppose to be a red headed boy of 15 years, nobody is really complaining. It's a good movie, constructed with a lot of class the high level of sexual energy in this film is something to be really appreciated.
Have responded to all the dear readers comments. thank ye.

2006-03-28T00:05:00.000+05:30

Here I am, on my sis’s laptop connected via wi-fi to my mobile phone and now all I need is a nice slick Armani suit and a nice 3and I’60 modena Ferrari, maybe an f50 since i’m dreaming anyway, and I’ll get into the hotshot wallstreet guy groove.
Actually, I’m not really cut out for that, no I’m not, I’m not the hotshot type, not the stud type,not the computer geeky type, not the business/investment banker type, not the chilled out clubber type, not the quiet subdued type, not the gothic angst type, not the pansy/metrosexual type, not the blues n jazz type, not the wannabe rapper type, not the scholarly aantel type, not the globe-trotter type, not the guruji type, not the big brother type, just me, and quite frankly, I don’t even know what me is, I think its all the above and none of the above. Weird paradox that. Typically I’d like to end with I’m just your friendly neighbourhood spiderman but… I’m not,
Ok, This is the pit, the bottomless pit of despair has just become even more bottomless… and I’ll tell you why. My notebook is being sarcastic with me. I download a file, a tiny little codec file and when I go to run the file it says ‘the target specified is on the desktop! Of all the nerve, I know its on the damn desktop, I’m asking you to friggin open it. The Microsoft boys are probably laughing their asses off at my despair. Blah.
Ok, I’ve had a bad day. Like that song by fuel- I’ve had a bad day… forgot the words but it was a nice song.
I’m gonna go now and drown myself in music. Tata.

2006-03-23T20:41:00.000+05:30

I'm into the whole the OC thing now and I bring you -ta daa- the entire OC's sountracks (ok, maybe not the entire but at least a good few of them) and they are all available for you on my very own RadioBlog!
Saw Hostel and The Amityville Horror.
I'll start with the Amityville Horror. The remake was a good one. For one, I got a bit scared - note- a bit scared. Its not in your face scary. The Horror tricks have been used too many times before, The adrenaline gets you going but it doesn't 'quite' get to a scream. Infact, you feel like screaming 'Why the fuck can't you just get out of the house' sometimes. The ending is a bit bizzarre, I mean the last 10 seconds, doesn't quite make any sense. Ok here's a gist of the movie- no spoilers though. The movie is about this newly married couple, the wife who has three kids from her previous marriage, and how the move into a new house which comes at a dirt cheap price. They find out the house is the site of a mass murder taken a year prior to their arrival but then, they decide to live in it anyway. Then the past shows up and decides to A> scare the living daylights out of the family, b> take over the father's mind... the rest is for you to find out.
I would say that the actor - Ryan Reynolds acts pretty well considering the fact that I've seen him in a comedy (two guys, a girl and a pizza place) and he seemed a hell (no pun intended) of a lot different in this movie. Maybe its the beard? lol
I saw Hostel. Now Here is another lovely chiched movie. Two College grads and an Icelander are back packing across Europe tripping on drugs and sex in Amsterdam until they hear of a mystical place where there are over-sexed women who would do anything for an American accent. They reach this lovely place, enjoy themselves until people start dissappearing and it only becomes a matter of time when you realise that you have stepped into Hell.
Hell- Is gruesome, Full of Blood and Really really gross scenes (and by gross, I DO NOT mean the sex scenes, I mean all the gory gross things that you will find) and if its gore and blood you want then this is the movie to see.
If you're bored of three teenagers backpacking in search for sex and violencecomes along the way along the threads of jeepers creepers and 'i know what you did last night' teen flick lines then this is not the movie to watch.
However, I would recommend seeing this movie atleast once just for the horror sequence there is in this movie. This is a movie that has supposedly used 150 GALLONS of blood to be made. Its worth seeing on a saturday night.
And another thing, My darling cousin has decided to open up a blog and his first post is about *shucks* ME! In my defense, that picture was taken when I was 14! You can check out his blog here or on my Kindreds list where I have added him.

2006-03-19T11:02:00.000+05:30

sugar-rush the the worst thing that can happen to me (besides getting drunk) and anyone who is in the proximity of a 10 metre radius should just crouch and cover their heads.
Why?
cos I go Mad.
Literally.
I may start jumping around singing 'jump for joy maybelline'
I start spinning like a top, my hands flying in all directions.
I will start singing random songs in msn (oh don't look so shocked, they sing right back)
In the circumstance that my net is down, I shall just sing in which case a neighbour shall throw something large and ugly and breeak a window.
and in some cases, I'll find out the answer to life, the universe and everything, which is incidently NOT 42 but 42 to the power of 20 which is the exact time it takes me to reach the howrah station especially if I am running late.

But in most cases of me having a sugar rush, I shall sit down and write silly posts like this one.
oh and sucks to you too.

on a much happier note (if this wasn't happy enough- me finding the answer of life. the univ...) I have a new blog which you can check out here
http://areweonair.blogspot.com

p.s.- I can't belive I know how to hyperlink *pysche* although it was S-I-M-P-L-E.

2006-03-17T01:53:00.000+05:30

I remember a time when we were sitting in the walkway, looking at all the kids play football. You put your head on my shoulders as we watched them play. We were friends then.

I remember you sing ‘country roads’. I’d sneak in just to watch you sing. I thought you had the most beautiful voice in the world and I would love it when you sang that song.

I wanted to get a lot of things cleared up. I wanted to be able to talk to you and get everything right again. I wanted things to be the way they were. You wouldn’t listen. Eventually I gave up.

I had a fight with sourav. It was a good fight. When he walked away he had a limp. You jeered about me getting bashed up by him. I had to turn away so that you couldn’t see the tears.

I saw you entering Forum. I stood dumbstruck, like I’ve seen a ghost. I guess you didn’t realize how happy I was to see you. I guessed you didn’t want to see me.

I’ve moved on. A lot of things have happened in my life since we parted ways. But I think about you now and then, I see you here and there, in pictures, in words, and I smile.

2006-03-10T20:57:00.000+05:30

blah i got tagged. My prefect woman would be some1 i already have but i won't be a spoilsport so here goes.

1. not heavy, light enough to throw around.
2. shorter than me, I like the feeling of a head resting on my chest when I'm dancing.
3. whacky and weird. Makes me feel like I'm not the only one who is.
4. smart. ok i don't need an einstein but at least laugh at my jokes dammit.
5. sense of humoiur. Has to appreciate the above.
6. Bearing. Has to bear with all my jokes, all the time.
7. sexy, naughty, bitchy. Hate the song but this combination is a real nice one.
8. independent. I'm not a baby-sitter.

I tag Jay, Krishanu, srin and Alice.

2006-03-07T23:14:00.000+05:30

My better half refuses to read my blog. She refuses to read ANY blog. Its pissing off sometimes, I write sweet nothings and post all pretty happy pictures but she never gets to see them. And now This has become my space. It has become the space where I can write whatever I want that I have not told her or will tell her or simply remember at a particular point and just want to write it down. Its become a place where I keep the things that the only person who knows everything about me does not know. This space does not hold my deepest secrets, nor does it hold anything inconsequential. This is my blog. This is an extension of me. This is a diary and a friend. Its like the harry potter books where ginny had tom riddle hidden in a book except I have many tom riddles in this book all giving their expert and very welcomed opinions.
I wonder if I'll look back one day and read his blog with my kids or just sit down and read this blog when I would wonder what has happened over the years and how I've evolved or degenerated. I would like to keep some kind of written information about myself, maybe something important that has happened in my life , maybe some thing inconsequential which would be important later on, maybe even what kind of music i was into. This is ofcourse assuming that there is no nucleur holocaust in the near future in which case I shall have to dig up miles of dirt to get this back (and yes, i will survive bitch).
Tomorrow is a very special day for me. To the one person who will never read this, I love you, I love every moment I spend with you and I love spending every moment with you. Here's to our second year together. Cheers.

2006-03-06T12:24:00.000+05:30

This is a post to let you know that Life Has Not become easier for me. In fact after nights of beautiful dreamless sleep, last night I had the strangest and the most ridiulous yet the most beautiful dream. On retrospect, I realise that if dreams are a part of the subconscious mind then I have a really whacked out subconscious.
Let me elaborate.
In my dream, I was half naked, well, not quite half naked, topless would be more apt. I wa wearing this jeans with sneakers and I was bald. Now where the shirt was suppose to be the space was instead filled with tons and tons of tattoos of tribal designs and tattoos and weird sigils and other stuff. Of course, I was walking in the streets with other people, who were covered in tattoos, some were fully naked with tattoos covering every inch of their body I walked with people, some of whom I knew and others were strangers but I spoke to them as if I knew them for a long long time.
Then I entered this temple kind of a place. It was a huge block of stone that looked like a temple and i knew it must be a temple- like thing because there were strange symbolic carvings all over the walls, not like graffiti, rather very deliberately placed. We entered through the gate which was this one single door and into this huge massive hall where there were so many people who was waiing to go through another gate. I got into this line and I started talking with the person in front of me about where I was and what I was doing there. I remember this part very clearly cos to my surprise the person who was in front was this girl I knew back in school. She told me to 'wait patiently and good things are about to come my way' I just smiled and waited for what seemed like eternity until I got through that gate.
When I got through I what I saw waz pitch darkness but there was this light at the end and I ran towards the light and then i reached the light to find out i'm in some kind of a medieval chant place where they were slaughtering lambs and cows. Somehow, normally i would've puked but this was seeming very normal/natural to me at the time. This man came to me, he looked like a shepherd and yet he had all those weird tribal tattoos all over him. he pointed his shepherd stick to a door and I walked there to find a bouncer in a smart armani-like suit' He asked me what my name was and then he said 'you'e in the list, go in'
And so I strolled into to be faced in a kind of a spa.
I dont know what happened after that, I dont think I woke up. But i know it was incredibly weird. I woke up feeling weird. I sat up in bed looking around and familiarising myself wih my surroundings and realising that I was In my own room. Ofcourse, then I sat down to make a tribal drawing so that this would be a bit clearer. Can any of my dear readers interpret dreams?

2006-03-05T23:49:00.000+05:30

I was never that good in spellings. Or grammar or anything to do with english but especially spellings. I remember a time, when I was in AS level (class 11), My class teacher made me write 'machinery' 20 times because I had written 'Machinary' instead. Of course, I never forgot the incident and I have been a bit more careful about my rather horrendous spellings after that.
Anyway, the other day I made a class ass of myself when speaking to someone on msn. What I meant to say was 'perceptive' but first I said 'perspective' and then i said 'preceptive'. oh god. Ofcourse, I can't blame anyone for getting pissed off with that, I mean I would too, I wanted to hit myself for being so utterly stupid. But life goes on. And god knows when I'll make some mistake like this again and next time maybe i WILL hit myself.
Of course, there was another incident in my school, for which I want to REALLY slap myself for being THAT stupid. So there was this class which was held in a class which had a bathroom attached and it was a boring day and obviously yours truly was extremely bored as well. Now I'm restless, mischevious, naughty and I get into a heap on trouble all the time but what I did was really way out of what I was capable of. I locked my teacher up in the bathroom. When she came out, she just came, picked me up by my ears and told me to go sit in the principal's office. All the while I was thinking, 'what the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I do that?'
I still think that.

2006-03-01T14:16:00.000+05:30

Being an extra in an HP ad is the most humiliating and degrading thing that has happened to me in a very long time... but then there was 800 rupees involved so why not? :p
I actually quite enjoyed myself in the bargain. The whole ad was staged at St.John's Cahedral and the day was spent wearing nice suits and sitting in the grass playing twenty-nine and taking pictures.
Then we did the shoot, which consisted me saying 'yay' *insert toothy grin* and waving at a passing camera. Hmmph, and all this time I was thinking that I would meet the rather curvaceous Sania Mirza, fat load all that day-dreaming did me.
And then, the funniest sequence of them all, was chasing a car (which had a camera in it) and it was rather hilarious cos ... well... u know, we're chasing a car... like a car which had a camera but it was still a dumb empty car with flocks of people chasing it and banging themselves on the windscreen and other parts of the car... the car wasn't even that good looking.
Obviosuly, it seemed funnier then but for some absurd reason its not seeming very funny now, its rather saddening after I realise that I was actually there.
I'm gonna be pretty busy from now on so I'm gonna end up writing these short silly posts. Kindly excuse moi.

Edited : Pic removed and replaced. Some people got annoyed that the picture was up.

2006-02-15T23:06:00.000+05:30

For a longest time I thought Heaven was Las vegas. It could be but imagine spending forever in las vegas. Sure, there are topless woman, endless alchohol ( and that is free in heaven, dimwit) and ofcourse the gambling, but for how long can u take it? One year, definitely, two years, yeah man! three years, still cool, four years, uhm. five years, i'm stuck in the matrix man, same thing going on like a broken down recorder! anyway, thats after 5 years, imagine eternity of endless roulettes and poker or whatever, man, now thats hell. That ain't heaven anymore, thats hell. So heaven is this constant change right, cos change makes us happy. Ok, not always happy but change makes us feel... alive. Its gives us emotional outtage (is that even a word?) and it lets us enjoy ourselves and we do. If we kept doing one thing without any change, then that would just drive us mad! anyway. my point is, that this life, this life is heaven.
heaven is a place called earth.
you better reco'nize.

I've updated my radioblog with some of my favourite tracks at the moment. Highly recommended is death cab for cutie songs and wires by Athlete.

Last night I went to tolly club for a jazz concert performed by some big names Went with a friend of mine, got pretty bored (they said they'd play Carol King, what the hell did they play?? And the vocalist gave me a headache) so we set of from there straight to my favourite haunt in the city, someplace else. Chilled out there for sometime, heard some love ballads performed by Krosswindz (the lead female singer is so weird, when she isn't singing she's standing there looking at the ground as if someone just died) and then came back home... and tucked myself into bed. Did I mention that I had a huge tub of ice-cream at tolly club and then chicken rolls from 'hot kati rolls' shop... this combination did not suit my stomach at all so I didn't get much of a 'good night sleep' as such but still, I had a nice day.