Grey

Confused. What is right and what is wrong? What to do and what not? Good or bad? Taking my first few steps into the big, bad world. A world where if you don’t choose certain wrong paths you get kicked out of the race and if you do, you cheat yourself. What is right? A perfect balance between the two or should we always try our best to take the ‘correct’ path whatever may be the result? Its actually complicated. The pure ME getting entangled in a mesh of this dirty world & creating a grey self – a Manichean approach to this world is not the order of the day. Always want to be white but black keeps showing the easy paths & keeps giving mouth-watering offers. White stops it. a grey self results. But is grey good? I can only hope that its light grey!

Bhindeshi Tara

amar bhindeshi taara

eka raateri akashe

tumi bajale ektara

amar chilekothar pashe

thik shondhe namar mukhe

tomar naam dhore keu daake

mukh lukiye kar buke

tomar golpo bolo kake

amar raat jaga taara

tomar onno paray bari

amar bhoy pawa cehara

ami adote anari

amar akash dekha ghuri kichu mitthe bahaduri

amar chokh bedhe dao alo dao santo shitol pati

tumi mayer motoi bhalo ami eklati poth hati

amar bicchiri ek tara

tumi naona kotha kane

tomar kisher eto tara

rasta par hobe sabdhane

tomar gaye lagena dhulo amar dumutho chal chulo

rakho sorire haat jodi ar jol makho dui haate

plz ghum hoye jao chokhe amar mon kharaper raate

amar raat jaga tara

tomar akash choya bari

ami paina chhute tomay

amar ekla lage bhar...........

In absolute love with this song. Soothes me each and every time I listen to it. Awesome creation. A pensive mood makes the song even more beautiful.Enjoying it like never bofore!

Jaundice memories

“Tobo mukut porilo podotole hay eki dosha
Egg roll e aaj sudhui peyaj nai sosha”

Chandrabindoo guessed a little wrong. Egg roll e ajkal they don’t give any peyaj & stack it with sosha. Guess that’s coz of the high price of peyaj. I still remember buying onions at a ‘very high’ price of Rs10/kg when dad had jaundice. I was in class 1 or 2 then. In new ballygunge. I used to a lot of shopping in those days. Mom used to go to the bazaar coz baba was all ‘yellow’(nah not like Coldplay!) and in those few days we ate only rui mach coz she never dared to go beyond that fearing that she would get duped by the fishmongers! And we ate ladies-finger which were actually harder to bite than an actual lady’s finger! And lau at almost double the price! Ahh man. Nostalgia of dad’s jaundice. But it was really fun in those days! Those probably were the best days of my life!

Nesha

ek antaheen opekkha.hoyto tomar e jonyo.kintu tumi koi?tumi hole morichika.accho ki?na.hoyto ba achho.aar aami?aami khuje berai kumeru,sonali morubhumir majhhe.aar tumi morichika hoye amay hatchhani dao.e je ek odbhut neshay ami motto.bari boshe thakte parina aami.sei morubhumi,surjer sei tibro roshmi.jaliye puriye chharkhar kore dey.na amar sorir na.amar ontortake.tobu aami chhute berai.kintu keno?ei sei nesha.hotath ekta cactus.tatei helan diye suye pori.tao nei kono nirer sondhan.chhinnobhinno hoye jay bairer sorirtao.jirno,asohay,dishaheen-tobu keno chhute berai bolte paro tumi?e kemon nesha??????????????

In LOVE with

In love with :

Music (can anyone really live without it?)
Chelsea (true blue always!!)
Food (biriyani deserves special mention)
Aritra (needs no explanation)
Eclecia (new found love)
South Point (old love)
Denver (u fill up my senses!)
Dan Brown (breathtaking)
Aritra & Mayank (had to mention them together)
Nascent (freshers’ welcome)
Mathematics (still my favourite subject)
Her (yeah I do love her)
Floyd (feel closer to heaven)
Brazil (samba)
Jana gana mana
Guitar (my 1400 worth true tone)
Chatting (unnecessarily wasting my time away)
Chasbas (credits to Farmville)
Heritage (present love)
Butin & Tampu(these 2 are obvious)
Money (who doesn’t love u?)
Her again
Black t-shirts (do I have any of other colour?)
Movies (sorry cant single out one)
India
Rehman (genius)
Nettech (spend the best one month of life with them at SMIT)
Life (I just love the ups & downs of it although some of it is quite unpleasant)
Blue (my fav colour though I hav this tremendous affinity towards black)
Chetan Bhagat (love his style)
AXN The Amazing Race (coz dats what life is)
SMSing (best way to keep contact)
Tv (idiots do prefer idiot box)
Her again
Parents (don’t show, but I guess I do)
Career Launcher classes (my love for Maths & English)
Sine curve (this needs a huge explanation)
Sadness (coz that when u get to enjoy happier times)
My diary (holding some of my deepest ‘secrets’)
Blogging (sorry! I ignore it at times)
The Kite Runner(for u a thousand times over)
Kutkuting (orkut,facebook,twitter)
Her again
& finally
MYSELF

What facebook says

Well this is not what i have written about me,but what facebook has returned in a couple of quizzes!And well i guess most of the predictions match!


You love the crowd... a party animal! Too many “friends”, you can’t easily tell which among them is real and not...

You’re usually expressive... Open about your emotions an...d most of the time willing to talk about it.

You love deeply... you may flirt along and people think you’re a playboy/playgirl but the truth is: your heart belongs to only one.

You have so many ideas in mind... You’re creative and aggressive! If you want something, you’ll do anything to get it!

You’re an ideal boyfriend/girlfriend... You don’t care if your partner doesn’t really love you as long as you love him/her. You give your all...

You’re undoubtedly good-natured! Most of the time, people are confident to approach you because they know you will consider them.

You’re independent! You’re also risky just like the bajaken who sail in the vast and dangerous ocean to look for treasures!


When people look into your eyes, they see mysteries galore. You're a deep and intellectual person, and others can see that through your sparkling eyes. You're quiet and shy, but once you get to know someone, you become comfortable around them. Your eyes often spark curiousity in others, and it bothers people how they can never tell what you're really thinking. You're hard to read and often hide your true emotions.

The Night I Cried

That day I cried. Buried my head in between two pillows & I cried. The whole night almost. I only stopped when fatigue got the better of my heartbreak. My pillow had never been so wet. It was drenched. My nose got blocked. I choked. A day when even music couldn’t help me overcome the pain. It was a night I’ll never forget. I had never been so much hurt in my entire life. It wouldn’t have hurt me so much had it come from someone I don’t love that much. But when it comes from someone I really love from the deepest core of my heart, my God it hurts like hell. It felt that a blast had taken inside me which couldn’t come out. I love to love people around me without caring if they love me or not. But then if I get this by loving people then I may just lose faith in love. My conscience tells me I’m not a bad guy though I may have many faults. It tells me I understand the true meaning of friendship, the true meaning of love & how to love the people around me. I always want to see people around me happy specially the people I love. I just want to love. Make this world a better place. But I get misunderstood. Maybe I should be meaner from now, more selfish & think about myself before thinking about others. Maybe then she will understand me.
But I cried………I cried the whole night…………….the pillow is still wet……….my heart still aches………I live in hope………..I’ll wait…………..I promise to be good………..I’m waiting………& waiting…………& waiting………..till I breathe my last………………..