this blog is what i often referred to as my brown eyed girl.:) but now its time to move on ..
this blog is a part of my life. i've grown with it over the years. i still remember how a pastime became a necessity. i've written about love and i've written about the plans and dreams that i'd never see come through. the first song i tried to write :D and the first post that made a little sense. except for the post on the sunscreen i've tried to be more or less honest with myself and always tried to maintain decorum. a lot of good memories and tough times later i've decided that its only too apt that i should close this chapter. for, this has been one of those things that have bound me up to life. change is necessary.
they say "sometimes you have to let go , to hold onto " ....
thanks to all the numerous fans :P who have crowded this little space , but i assure you my sanity whwn i say "i leave at will... unforced"..
thanks for your patience.... :)
mandatory disclosure:
and oh, i must apologize to a few of you who i've rubbed the wrong way .. none of the posts were intended to hurt you :)i mean come on do i look like i could hurt you ?? ... so garry n a few others -no hard feelings ;) and yeah, whatever personal jokes (wot i called PJs) that i've shared here, are copyright protected... so u better leave them alone , plus all the quotes that i invented as under - "they say ... " are highly sensitive and personal... besides it could make you look like a fool if you used them without expertise - so dont use them elsewhere.. and the ones to have complained about the font size - i'll be glad to send u chocolates (digitally of course)....
this blog is now closed !!!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
hope...
Prologue:
They say, never argue with idiots, because they’ll first bring you down to their level of intellect and then defeat you with sheer experience!!! You lose!
The day had been tiring, to say the least. In the last 6 hours I had already developed a err..a rather intimate relationship with the toilet. It was similar to the one that the loose motion had developed with my sphincter muscles. It was when the count of the number of tiles on the bathroom walls tallied with that of the previous visit, that I finally insisted on staying back while the rest of my folks took a tour of the northern fringes of one of the most beautifully exotic places that there can be, Goa.
The rest of the morning was busy but boring. By half past four I had had a bland lunch, completed the local bulletin, watched a documentary, taken a nap and more importantly the now-so-important muscles had started holding again. So I WAS prepared to spend the evening sitting inside watching television, in a place such as Goa…..
By the time I had put on some clothes, popped in another pill, called my folks and vacated the apartment it was quarter to five!!!
Luckily the apartment that housed us was only half a km from the nearest beach, Miramar. In another ten minutes I had left the pavement and entered the beach premises. About a km of soft sand now separated me from the waters. The first thing that struck me that night was the fact that there were a lot more people around than I had seen on my previous visits. I continued walking in my lazy stupor; killing the distance one step at a time….
Every beach looks its best at dusk…. And Miramar didn't disappoint.
The light breeze got stronger with ever step and the light thinned by a fraction every second second. Unlike the other overtly overcrowded beaches in Goa, the perennially near-empty Miramar somehow always held its own to me. This is one of the reasons why I rate it my all time favourite. Finally, I chose my spot some five or six meters from the water and settled down.
The beach calms me down, every time…..it sooths the frayed nerves and always gives me some new ideas to ponder over and take back home... every one of them……I had to take out the ice-cream before it melted on its own, before I was gone too far to remember. I felt like a spoilt child …..
A lone trawler (perhaps returning after the day’s work) was all that looked solid in the never ending stretch ahead.
Just ahead of me were a young couple trying to break the ice between their child and the sea. By the look of it I could judge that neither had met the other before. There was fear on the child’s face but the little waves remained patient and enduring. As the little man struggled to keep dry even as the father tried to immerse its little legs in the little waves, one such little wave touched my feet …..as if to wake me up from the trance. The waters had advanced while I had been lost.
When the trawler finally cut the setting Sun’s path I could feel goose bumps intercepting my insanity. Unadulterated emotions are exceptionally evanescent!
By the time my gaze strayed back to the nuclear unit, the child was on his own now. It now stood like a Colossus, proudly resting the little hands on the little waist, the little waves flowing peacefully under the little legs as the proud parents stood at an arms length, beaming. The ice-cream stick was now completely dry; I buried it in the sand.
I found myself staring at nothing in the distant nothingness….. this was the second time it happened today …. Whenever this happens, it’s a signal that the job is done and my time is up…. time to go.
I got back on my feet; my trousers were now wet at the back, the sand would remain adhered to it for a while. The walk back would be longer.
When I turned my head to look back, one last time, I couldn’t locate the trawler. It was gone, so were most of the people on the beach.
Epilogue:
“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies. I’d be hoping that …….” ( The Shawshank Redemption )
They say, never argue with idiots, because they’ll first bring you down to their level of intellect and then defeat you with sheer experience!!! You lose!
The day had been tiring, to say the least. In the last 6 hours I had already developed a err..a rather intimate relationship with the toilet. It was similar to the one that the loose motion had developed with my sphincter muscles. It was when the count of the number of tiles on the bathroom walls tallied with that of the previous visit, that I finally insisted on staying back while the rest of my folks took a tour of the northern fringes of one of the most beautifully exotic places that there can be, Goa.
The rest of the morning was busy but boring. By half past four I had had a bland lunch, completed the local bulletin, watched a documentary, taken a nap and more importantly the now-so-important muscles had started holding again. So I WAS prepared to spend the evening sitting inside watching television, in a place such as Goa…..
By the time I had put on some clothes, popped in another pill, called my folks and vacated the apartment it was quarter to five!!!
Luckily the apartment that housed us was only half a km from the nearest beach, Miramar. In another ten minutes I had left the pavement and entered the beach premises. About a km of soft sand now separated me from the waters. The first thing that struck me that night was the fact that there were a lot more people around than I had seen on my previous visits. I continued walking in my lazy stupor; killing the distance one step at a time….
Every beach looks its best at dusk…. And Miramar didn't disappoint.
The light breeze got stronger with ever step and the light thinned by a fraction every second second. Unlike the other overtly overcrowded beaches in Goa, the perennially near-empty Miramar somehow always held its own to me. This is one of the reasons why I rate it my all time favourite. Finally, I chose my spot some five or six meters from the water and settled down.
The beach calms me down, every time…..it sooths the frayed nerves and always gives me some new ideas to ponder over and take back home... every one of them……I had to take out the ice-cream before it melted on its own, before I was gone too far to remember. I felt like a spoilt child …..
A lone trawler (perhaps returning after the day’s work) was all that looked solid in the never ending stretch ahead.
Just ahead of me were a young couple trying to break the ice between their child and the sea. By the look of it I could judge that neither had met the other before. There was fear on the child’s face but the little waves remained patient and enduring. As the little man struggled to keep dry even as the father tried to immerse its little legs in the little waves, one such little wave touched my feet …..as if to wake me up from the trance. The waters had advanced while I had been lost.
When the trawler finally cut the setting Sun’s path I could feel goose bumps intercepting my insanity. Unadulterated emotions are exceptionally evanescent!
By the time my gaze strayed back to the nuclear unit, the child was on his own now. It now stood like a Colossus, proudly resting the little hands on the little waist, the little waves flowing peacefully under the little legs as the proud parents stood at an arms length, beaming. The ice-cream stick was now completely dry; I buried it in the sand.
I found myself staring at nothing in the distant nothingness….. this was the second time it happened today …. Whenever this happens, it’s a signal that the job is done and my time is up…. time to go.
I got back on my feet; my trousers were now wet at the back, the sand would remain adhered to it for a while. The walk back would be longer.
When I turned my head to look back, one last time, I couldn’t locate the trawler. It was gone, so were most of the people on the beach.
Epilogue:
“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies. I’d be hoping that …….” ( The Shawshank Redemption )
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
baz lurhmann - sunscreen
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experiences…
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh! nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation while chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you..
Sing! Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss! Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good...
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you
should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Visit another country once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Kolkata once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths:-
prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experiences…
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh! nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation while chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you..
Sing! Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss! Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good...
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you
should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Visit another country once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Kolkata once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths:-
prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Sunday, August 9, 2009
NOT a MOT - not a matter of taste
Sunday, 11:45 AM, the fellow has just managed to drag himself out of bed: “If u asked me, I would say a Sunday is best left un-meddled with…. At Symbi, this is the part of the week which is meant for better things… to sleep , to laze around, answering mails, checking out the toiletries ( may be do an ABC analysis ) and wash your clothes…"
P.S. " the point being, Sundays are meant for better things.”
Monday, 8:00 AM sharp: As soon as the alarm begins with its earnest quest of waking up a dead body, a limb crawls out of the sheet and stifles it’s plead. In another five minutes a zombie will be walking around cursing the poor phone-alarm’s incompetence before groping around for the glasses. Then it would be “Time to brush!”, but he’d definitely not find the toothpaste on the first go …. “Where did I keep it? Was it the drawer… maybe the shelf?”…
P.S. More commotion follows when the zombie is stopped at the lavatory door due to the antics of an untimely occupant.
lWednesday, quarter to 9:00 AM: “The worst part of the deal is the breakfast. The ones working in the mess would insist that this opinion of mine doesn’t count, simply because I hardly ever have breakfast. But let me assure you that this has nothing to do with quality of the food or the lack of it. I, so ensure that I don’t have a bad-hair day that I have to sacrifice the food, almost every day. But then, I always end up having one , and with amazing frequency too. How? That’s a "trade" secret you can live without.”
P.S, " Before Investing , do read Opportunity Cost!"
Friday, 5:16 PM: “At least people have been able to avert those caught-blissfully-dozing-right-under-the-teacher’s-nose tragedies in this last month. That’s an improvement, to start with. Then there are the chalk-throwing-back-to-school-moments that “bachhe” have had to do away with. Sometimes life at Symbi IS tough. What say?”
P.S. "Yes! May be.. Who Knows. "
Monday, July 6, 2009
30 days of SYMBI .....
Classes are over for today … this, is the one hour , in-between the drowsy last few minutes of the Sales & Distribution lecture and the Circus to follow , where the future managers will sit over a presentation due tomorrow….. The cafeteria will be filled up with bright sparks gelling and bouncing off each other in about as much time as it takes the elevator to descend the 6 floors….The library comes before anything else but the coffee gets my preference… the Wi-Fi is amazing … but anyways the rubbish I always end up downloading , is rarely worth a second double-click…. Even as I miss my sweet-corn with hot coffee, I can feel my grey cells readjusting to the AMR assignment modifications suggested last Wednesday…. and something keeps me from thinking - MJ’s demise was premature…. I am afraid that I’ve started noticing changes in just about everything that I would have termed as “Normal” even a month ago … even the figures that used to hover around nicely inside my tiny little head have started giving way to the numeric sort… I must have Hi-Five’ed and Hello’ed 30 guys since morning without remembering their names … it rained today but no sign of the beautiful “Dhurba” … Kolkata is on the other side of the map …..
Wait!! There’s more to this day …. It’s finally been a month since our orientation programme, which formally inducted us into the Symbi family, ended with an applause …. Every morning, I wake up, somehow … and the bleary eyes remind me “oye!!! Life has never been so alive…..” ….. Break-fasts skipped and classes missed are a different story that I’ll tell you the day I explain why “Symbi Rocks!!!” ... cheers ;)
Wait!! There’s more to this day …. It’s finally been a month since our orientation programme, which formally inducted us into the Symbi family, ended with an applause …. Every morning, I wake up, somehow … and the bleary eyes remind me “oye!!! Life has never been so alive…..” ….. Break-fasts skipped and classes missed are a different story that I’ll tell you the day I explain why “Symbi Rocks!!!” ... cheers ;)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
fish for the CAT ...
as i see this dream, finally cross this road (which u and i can collectively agree, was a rough one) , i cant help but be sorry that it has to end (and like this too) ....
its almost the same feeling when u finally get rid of that devilish little piece of fish-bone lodged inside a remote corner of your upper gum .... i mean its sort of a mixed feeling ( that we usually tend to deny) ... Happy, that its finally done giving you all the pain ... Sorry, that it had to happen ... and Confused, as to whats next .....
perhaps the only good thing about not having a "sweet" dream is the fact that when this dream has ended, u know the next one can only be better ..... its like waking up to find everything that went bad in the dream, has actually not changed in the real life .... just a vague memory should linger after you've slept some more .....
you don't dream when you are awake ... but a dream is made of the things that happen to you only when you are awake ..... so, the next time you curse the dream (gone bad) and sigh that it was not for real, do take into account, the ones you made or broke while you were but asleep in another's dream .....
its almost the same feeling when u finally get rid of that devilish little piece of fish-bone lodged inside a remote corner of your upper gum .... i mean its sort of a mixed feeling ( that we usually tend to deny) ... Happy, that its finally done giving you all the pain ... Sorry, that it had to happen ... and Confused, as to whats next .....
perhaps the only good thing about not having a "sweet" dream is the fact that when this dream has ended, u know the next one can only be better ..... its like waking up to find everything that went bad in the dream, has actually not changed in the real life .... just a vague memory should linger after you've slept some more .....
you don't dream when you are awake ... but a dream is made of the things that happen to you only when you are awake ..... so, the next time you curse the dream (gone bad) and sigh that it was not for real, do take into account, the ones you made or broke while you were but asleep in another's dream .....
they say - " when its a chocolate that you want, ask for a chocolate... not fish .... "
ayways, a fish lives in the seas , appears shiny but smells indecently .....
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