TAN

Blame the sun for this. And my desire too! But don’t blame me. Its not at all my fault that I’ve tanned so much in the last couple of weeks.How can I suppress the desire to play cricket with my college friends on Panchami? (sadly we had to go to college on that day too! Attended no classes however!) And surely I couldn’t get the Jonty Rhodes in me out in the field wearing that new puja T-shirt. It had a statement on it. I’ll mention about that later. But surely I couldn’t spoil my only statement T-shirt with sweat & sand. So I played ‘topless’. It was enough to encourage 2 of my friends to do the same. And then 5 hrs. of cricket(that included 1 hr. of lunch). Tan. Tan. Tan. (this is no clitter-clatter of kettles, but my body-tan).

From brown it turned black.
My face ,my belly,my back!

Booo,hoo,hoo.no that’s not me crying. Just an attempt to make the blog more dramatic. I seldom care about my looks. But people around me do. ET was the first person to ‘compliment’ me that ‘tui kalo hoye gechhis.’ Then I came home. Mom wore an inscrutable expression on her face impossible to fathom on seeing me. It took her some time to realize that it was me who had entered without ringing the bell! And when I looked at the mirror ‘Aw’ ‘Ooh’ ‘Who’s this?’& for the first time in my life I cared about my looks! It took me an instant to realize why so many people were looking at me with such awkward expressions on the road. All this while I was wearing a T-shirt which said

“IT TOOK ME YEARS TO LOOK THIS GOOD”

HAPPY TO BE SAD?

I love being sad.Something goes up & down my heart-region,scraping the walls of my organs. I tend to get lost in empty space. Sometimes tears come out & just drop down. I never attempt to rub it off. At times nice pieces of English language are created. I feel pain. But I love being sad. I love all the above feeling. Above all
“Being sad makes me happy!”

EXPRESSIONS

It is one of those nights which my scientific brain hates & my expressive brain adores.It is gloomy,all right,but what harm does it do to somebody if I am expressive? I turn small things into great expressions with my imagination. How do you define ‘expression’ & ‘imagination’?Are they the same thing?Yeah, I think so!Why do we imagine?We never imagine things within our reach.We imagine what we cannot achieve.And then we express? Rhetoric? Who cares?At least I’m expressing.Or for that fact imagining!Well it all happens inside me.Expressions can’t be written.But then why is it gloomy always?No answer……sorry can’t write expressions!!!!!!!

WALKING THROUGH THE DARK CORRIDORS

I walk through dark corridors in search of LOVE. It is there everywhere around me but somehow it doesn’t touch me. I see light at the end of the darkness. She is standing there. Calm, serene-no expression in particular. But where is the love? She holds out her hand but doesn’t touch me. I cry out in despair,groping desperately for her. In the darkness. I don’t seek you, my girl, I seek your love. Your body doesn’t matter, your touch does. Your lips don’t matter,your smile does.Your eyes don’t matter,your epression does!But still you are impossible to reach,you are far far away in wonderland.But you ARE there!Will you not hold me in your arms?Will you not hug me?Will you not kiss me?Questions shower.But answers are never found.So I still walk through dark corridors in search of LOVE………