tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71940220467737018872024-03-13T07:18:28.212+05:30The Disillusioned MaverickAnishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304153708936655836noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-28935348417144970082016-06-19T15:26:00.002+05:302016-06-19T15:34:27.415+05:30Sunday Afternoons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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still remember the first time I met her. It was a hot April Sunday afternoon.
We had bonded momentarily over the works of Satyajit Ray. There was nothing extraordinary about her.
Just another culturally inclined Bengali woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s
hard for me </span><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20.7px;">to remember </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">when exactly I developed feelings for her. But I
believe it began almost a year and a half after we first met. On a despondent,
rainy Sunday afternoon. I was being
driven mad by the tedious monotony of existence. And she came like a storm. No
complexities, no intricacies. And she blew all the sewage away from my mind. Something
extraordinary about her. She made everything seem effortlessly simple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I
remember the first time I heard her sing. It was a lazy, indifferent Sunday
afternoon. I have heard a million songs in my life, but never before have I
been filled instantly with an overwhelming flood of emotions. After that day, her songs were treats I fervently
anticipated. Like you wait for the next part of your favourite story when the
last part has ended in a cliff-hanger. Something
extraordinary about her. It’s like the King of Ghosts from the aforementioned
Mr. Ray’s films has gifted her the voice of an angel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I
remember our first day of courtship. It was a fading Monday evening. The world
was rushing me by and then she appeared and just like that, as if by some
powerful magic spell, the whole world froze. I don’t remember the conversation
we had. I just remember feeling that I was finally home. I couldn’t take my
eyes off her, as if afraid that if I did so, she would disappear and I would
wake up. Something extraordinary about her. She could stop time and make a hopeless man dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">In
this journey of life, we often take each other for granted. We often forget the
moments of magic. It would help, if on some idle, commonplace Sunday afternoon,
we could recall those beautiful moments that make life worth living. It would
help if we could remember the moments we fell in love. Because, as some great
men once sang, all you need is love, love is all you need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304153708936655836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-71947828260731757382012-02-10T22:00:00.001+05:302012-02-10T22:17:45.452+05:30My City<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>My dear beloved city.</i></div>
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<i>You hate me.</i></div>
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<i>You love me.</i></div>
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<i>You tower high above me;</i></div>
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<i>And yet you never look down</i></div>
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<i>On me.You’re always around</i></div>
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<i>When I need you.</i></div>
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<i>Sometimes we fight,</i></div>
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<i>Playfully like old friends</i></div>
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<i>Sometimes you stab me</i></div>
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<i>From the back</i></div>
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<i>Right in my heart.</i></div>
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<i>You kill me with your cruelty</i></div>
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<i>Because you know</i></div>
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<i>I will still love you.</i></div>
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<i>My cruel,heartless city.</i></div>
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<i>You’re an old friend</i></div>
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<i>Who understands my pains.</i></div>
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<i>And like a twisted nemesis</i></div>
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<i>You exploit them.</i></div>
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<i>And leave me reeling</i></div>
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<i>Time and again.</i></div>
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<i>And as I fall,you laugh</i></div>
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<i>Like the sadist you are.</i></div>
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<i>Because you know</i></div>
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<i>I will still love you.</i></div>
</div>Anishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304153708936655836noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-18439391915917063142011-12-06T23:46:00.001+05:302011-12-06T23:53:49.378+05:30You Just Got Censored<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Foreword:Read this quickly.No telling when the censor guys come around and censor the sense out of this little ol' post.</div>
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So the entire internet community is in an uproar over Kapil
Sibal’s attempt to censor material on certain sites on the internet.And can you
blame them?The internet is supposed to be free.No not THAT free-that’s illegal
and called piracy,shame on you if you indulge in it.By free I mean the freedom
of speech-the freedom to call someone a douche bag sitting in your dark
basement room trying to sound badass and dissing movies on message boards.Yes I know you also
use the internet to search for erotica-shame on you again.Point is the internet
allows you freedom real life doesn’t.So naturally censoring the internet WILL
cause an uproar.People will be angry.But from experience and history we know
that people are as often right as they are wrong.So let’s analyze this a bit.</div>
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Does the internet need a guardian?That’s the first
question.I would say yes it does.We all know of cyber frauds,cyber crimes,etc.So
yes it does need a guardian.Next question-does content on the internet need to
be censored?Suprising though it may seem,the answer is YES IT DOES.The most
obvious question which arises next is why?Well for many reasons-For
example,suppose someone uploads a formula for making bombs,suppose some
fundamentalist is spreading his warped twisted theories and brainwashing young
people.There can be various other reasons but I think we have established the
fact that yes often content on the internet needs to be censored.For the
greater good (Winks).</div>
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Now comes the question-is the Indian government right in
censoring material on the internet?My first reaction is that it depends-if he’s
going to censor what some teenager writes on Facebook then it’s absolutely
pointless.Yeah many people may abuse politicians on the internet but it’s not
causing them any harm is it?Cricketers and filmstars have been getting this
hatred for ages-the fanboys of two rival superstars in India are always at
loggerheads and abusing the holy hell out of each other.So this basically seems
kinda pointless if not downright petty and fascist.However if this censorship
is used to censor some bank robber somewhere from planning a bank robbery with
his fellow robbers on Facebook or something like that then I guess it’s
useful.The last line sounds mindblowingly stupid no?That’s because it is.</div>
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In the end I would have to say I don’t know if Mr Sibal has
any hidden agendas or motives (he’s a clever man no doubt) behind this,but I’d
have to say up front this sounds a really bad idea-one which has expectedly not
found close to as much love among the internet community as Kolaveri Di.</div>
</div>Anishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304153708936655836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-33955812395207081512011-11-16T03:59:00.002+05:302011-11-16T04:07:30.803+05:30The Sands of Time<p class="MsoNormal"><i>The grass withereth,the flower fadeth;</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Time goes on and dreams go dead.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Unanswered prayers become forgotten,</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Dreams of the young grow cold and rotten.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The mundane weighs heavily on him</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Penance for some inadvertent sin?</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The stars call out but his sky is black;</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>This hopeless reality holds him back.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Some dark cloud follows him around.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>It sheds no light and it makes no sound;</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>It rains down heavily and extinguishes</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The bright flames of his deepest wishes.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>He could have,but didn’t want to run away</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Coulda escaped but he’d much rather stay</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Than take the easy road ,betray his kind;</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Sell out his spirit-his very soul and his mind.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>And now he’s tired and the hour is late,</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>His feelings are rusted,his dreams all dead .</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The grass withereth;The flower fadeth.</i></p>Anishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304153708936655836noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-39508654110279673772011-10-01T13:40:00.000+05:302011-10-01T13:40:32.910+05:30Fun?Not Exactly! What bothers and annoys me about the Pujas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">So the festive season is here.People all around are dee-lighted and basking in the festive atmosphere(I have no idea what that means).Except me.And NO,I am not an atheist,I don’t have anything against idol-worship or the Goddess.I dislike a lot of things about the Pujas pertaining to the mortals who celebrate it.Here's some of them:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>1.Overcrowded streets</b>-The streets,roads,alleys,by-lanes are all overcrowded,and all you can see around you is an ocean of human heads.Someone’s elbow hits you on the back,you try to turn and bump your head against someone,someone treads on your foot,you try to jump and accidentally hit an old guy behind you and everyone around stares at you like you’re the worst human being in the world.How is THAT any fun?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>2.The walking</b>-It may be just me,but some evil psychotic friends of mine love walking during the pujas.Mile after mile after mile.Maybe they derive some kind of sick masochistic pleasure from this because I simply don’t get what’s the fun in walking for hours in the scorching heat or the rain,tiring yourself out and ruining the new clothes you’ve just broken out.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>3-Overpriced/Low quality food</b>-I don’t know what is it during the pujas,but it seems the price of food increases and the quantity/quality decreases during Pujas.If you want to get into a barely average restaurant you have to wait for 3 hours outside to get that overpriced food.I am sorry but this is fun-HOW?Am I missing something?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>4-Noise pollution</b>-Yes,noise pollution.The puja pandals all playing the latest Hindi chartbusters in full volume.Somehow I really don’t think the Goddess really wants to hear that during the Pujas.However it could be just me,and maybe everyone really enjoys the trashy Bollywood songs played during the Pujas.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>5-The theme pandals</b>-This is what annoys me the most perhaps.The pujas have now become gimmicks,gimmicks to win various awards.Whatever happened to the good old sabeki pandals,where there won’t be 40000 people at a time and where you can sit and chat with your friends/family? The homely feeling associated with those times just isn’t present in these theme pujos.It feels like a mockery.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Did I mention the food?Oh yes...I did.Sorry...well that’s that then.So basically these are the stuff about the Pujas which bother me.things I don't like.But to all those who do,have a blast!Enjoy yourselves.</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-50241511147479308212011-08-18T16:21:00.000+05:302011-08-18T16:21:50.006+05:30This Ol' Town<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i>The old man has lost his glasses</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The little boy’s scared of a clown</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The young man lost a friend <span> </span>tonight.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>And the sheriff-he’s lost this town.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The night is oh so very black.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Clouds hide the stars & the moon</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The scared little boy’s now happy.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>His father has bought him a balloon.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>A thug comes out of the shadows</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>His hands clasp a shiny metal.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>A shot rings out through the night.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The old man-he cries out and falls.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The sheriff has his head in his hands.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He’s watched his beloved town fall</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He’s watched them take over the city</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>And there is no one he can call.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The young man shivers-it’s cold </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He’s walking these streets alone</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>His friend went to join the army</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Young lad never came back home</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>This town has come alive tonight</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>It’s like an autocrat on crack.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>It’s twisted like a psychopath’s mind.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Can we ever take this ol’ town back?</i></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-88420069284862790642011-05-31T17:44:00.000+05:302011-05-31T17:44:37.105+05:30The Lonely Rider<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i>The western sky grows crimson</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The sun sets below the horizon</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Folks end their work for the day</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>But the lonely rider rides on.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He hasn’t slept a wink in days</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>His mates have gone <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>their separate ways</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He’s been left to ride alone</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Left to wander on his own.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Our lonely hero wears a frown</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Wanders about from town to town</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Singing songs and righting wrongs</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Stopping awhile in this journey long.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He comes in every day and age</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Angry as the fire,calm as a sage</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Whenever people need someone</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He will be there, he’s their man.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>And after he’s saved the day.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He’ll be <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>off again on his way.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>On his horse,to meet his fate</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Riding away into the sunset.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I had some time to think about the past</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>The smiles,the tears,the unbroken trust;</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>That time of life when we all were naive</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>And yet we had the time of our lives.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>We had not a care in this whole wide world</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Would end up like this,who coulda foretold?</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Our lives were simple and our biggest worries-</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Were about the heroes in adventure stories.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>We should have known it was too good to last</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Those days are memories covered with dust</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Now even in victory we cannot seem to win</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Can’t seem to fight off the demons within.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Perhaps we changed,perhaps we lost our faith</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Maybe that’s the reason our love turned to hate</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Perhaps all we need to do is find the kid within</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Perhaps we need to stop always trying to win.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Maybe if we weren’t too busy hunting glory</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>We could have had our own Cinderella stories:</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Too late for a fairy tale for this world weary traveller</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Too late for “and everyone lived happily ever after.”</b></i></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-34089152292742315592011-04-08T16:45:00.004+05:302011-04-08T17:00:26.388+05:30Letter to the Indian media<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Dear Indian media,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I woke up today morning,got the newspaper and a full page advert of the Indian Premier League jumped out at me.The front page converted to a full page advert.This was the case with both the newspapers I read.Same thing happened when I open the TV.Regarding this I have some points for not just the print media but the entire Indian media.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am not a politically inclined person.I keep track of the political happenings of the country but I am not much interested in politics.However as living in this country you can’t help knowing some things like India winning the cricket World Cup or an Aamir Khan movie is releasing,Similarly you can’t help knowing about certain things-Like the IPL scam,the Adarsh society scam.Like the 2G scam.Like all the other scams.So I happen to know as any ordinary Indian would that there is something wrong.There is corruption in this country.Now that we have established the fact that corruption does exist,We come to our next point-Anna Hazare.I happened to hear that a man called Anna Hazare has started a fast-unto-death protest against corruption.I came to know from a Facebook note even more about this man and this bill he is proposing.And even to a non-political person like me it seemed to be a very important news story.Much much more important than the Indian Premier League-which is no doubt a showcase event for the country but in all fairness that’s what the sports pages at the end are for.So I want to make certain points.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">1)What made you think that the IPL’s advert is more important than not alone the Anna Hazare story but than any other story happening in the country.Can you explain?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">2)There has been a tendency to highlight even the most trivial issues related to showbiz and cricket.Like how a certain model promises to bare all if the team wins the cricket world cup.Like how a starlet experienced a wardrobe malfunction,like how an Indian cricketer may get married,like how a certain actor is experiencing bad luck due to the stars.WHY ARE YOU SELLING NEWS AND NOT REPORTING IT?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">3)I notice certain news channels-in fact almost all-try to portray certain political parties in a good light.All the while either taking potshots at the other party if not directly blaming them for so and so incident.Why is that?WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE SPIN DOCTORS?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You may think that since the TRPs keep coming the so the viewers must really like it,but you have no idea.Certain late night news channel anchors have become a mockery on certain social networking sites.Certain regional language news channels are the butt of jokes.That’s what you guys are turning yourselves into.A circus.Of course there are exceptions but they are far and few.If people watch news now that’s because it amuses them.The same way they love watching TV soaps and Reality shows.Speaking of which some of you actually have programmes to analyze the happenings of the teleserials and bring people the latest inside scoop.You are putting the idiot in the idiot box have no illusions about that.Maybe it’s high time you should stop worrying about earning TRPs and sponsorship money and started worrying about earning respect.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yours truly,</div><div class="MsoNormal">An annoyed ordinary Indian.</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-79980905346819837692011-04-03T14:27:00.000+05:302011-04-03T14:27:57.935+05:30The Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I stand between the gargoyles , above the tower at night</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>It’s pouring down and windy-there ain’t a soul in sight</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I think about the good things and the bad things I have done</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>And all I seem to come up with is how that night I run;</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Since then his ghost has haunted me-kept me up at nights</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Till he drove me to insomnia,to these dizzying heights.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>So now I stand so high above ground-yet my head hangs low</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I jump into the dark and silent night, Quietly I let go.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The dark night,</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The silent night,</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The sympathetic night,</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The cruel night,</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>The just night.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>My best friend is the night.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>My worst nightmare is the night.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>It knows all my secrets.</i></b></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-38272849161110122402011-03-17T22:07:00.000+05:302011-03-17T22:07:29.518+05:30Wordless<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Wordsworth had a writer’s block-it drove him mad</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>He lost words worth millions-words were all he had.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I never could use words like he could-not even close</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Can never express myself beautifully-even in prose</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Because the rage in my heart fills me,chokes me up</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Much like South Africa at every cricket World Cup.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I’m a coward at heart,a whiner,a wannabe,a rat</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I ain’t Richard the lionheart –believe me I know that.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I use anger as a shield,a disguise to cover my fears</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Shout at me,you never know-I might well be in tears</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I wish I had courage-courage to face my demons.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I wish I had words-A nice vocab and some puns.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>I also wish I was a rich playboy-superhero of the nights</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Fighting crime,scaling rooftops-dressed in revolting tights</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>In the end i wish I could write something to make you cry</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>But hopelessly wordless as I am-am just gonna say goodbye.</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>P.S:Pray for Japan people.Pray that God gives them the strength to overcome these adversities and emerge stronger than before.</i></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-47164821866824663742011-03-03T22:53:00.004+05:302011-03-03T23:50:46.503+05:30The Dying Star<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><i>I am too tired to banter with you -I am too tired to fight</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I am tired of judging you-Judging what’s wrong and right</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The night is young,but I am old-a hundred and a score years old</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>We have been raising the stakes all night-now’s the time I fold.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You can keep my pride and fire</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You can keep my fight and desire</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I fell so hard and fell so far-I can’t get back up again</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>My best friend is the dying star-I can’t stand it’s pain.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I wish I could ride into the sunset-into the wild wild west</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>But this war ain’t over by any means-ain’t no time for rest.</i></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-35027962152144477972011-02-13T13:31:00.002+05:302011-02-13T13:44:13.191+05:30Superman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i>Superman Superman</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>High in the sky above the skyscrapers.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Looking like a costume-clad Don Draper.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Saving the earth daily and Lois Lane too</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Superman-all of us down here love you.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Superman Superman</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Batman’s awesome but he can’t inspire</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The way you do-we can only admire</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The way you fight for us-billions of strangers</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Putting yourself through a thousand dangers</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Superman Superman</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You don’t need to be brooding or dark</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You don’t need to growl or bark</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You do your stuff with a smile on your face</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Up,up and away-in your red and blue dress</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Superman Superman</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>He has a crush on the beautiful Ms Lane</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>His best pal is the young Jimmy Olsen</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Lex Luthor may try in a thousand ways</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>But Superman thwarts his plans always</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Superman Superman</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Ages go by and people grow old</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Philosophies change,hearts grow cold</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>But look up at the sky whenever you can</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>That’s not a bird or a plane-that’s Superman.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Disclaimer-This is just a tribute to one of my favourite superheroes and my first childhood hero-Superman.I don't own any of the mentioned characters.This is just a fanboy expressing his love.</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-78038526415466604602011-02-08T18:13:00.005+05:302011-02-08T18:18:57.201+05:30A Kolkata Tale II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>This is the second part of A Kolkata Tale.You can read the first part of A Kolkata Tale here</i></b>- <a href="http://nightwingdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/kolkata-tale.html">A Kolkata Tale</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Amit’s diary-</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">08 February 4 am</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s 4 am in the morning and I’m up writing.I am usually a late sleeper but I found it very difficult-scratch that-impossible to sleep last night.Usually when I am up all night it’s usually watching a game of soccer or doing work stuff.But last night-well last night I just couldn’t sleep.Would you believe that?So many years gone by man and I still can’t help remembering her on this day.Maybe I wouldn’t have if I didn’t run into her last year with that Hrithik Roshan look-alike toy wonder arm-candy of hers.But still,Hrithik or no Hrithik I shouldn’t be thinking of her.Not today.Not after so many years.Heh.Maybe if I had the brains I could have opened some hotshot website in the aftermath of her pain and become a billionaire by now and had a movie made on me.Maybe I should call her.Like right now.Tell her I miss her.No no get a grip on yourself you moron.Don’t even think about that.Are you nuts?She is happy in her life now why do you wanna spoil that?Isn’t it enough you hurt her badly once?I am gonna go get some sleeping pills now.Try and sleep it off.Maybe if I am lucky tonight’s the night I will OD and it will all end.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">08 February 12 noon</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ok that was weird.I finally fell asleep and dreamt that I had become a footballer.A striker at that.I was approaching the empty net with the ball at my foot but when I kicked it,it went out over the post.And I suddenly heard her voice calling from the gallery-“You are a failure.You have let me down.” Soon she was joined by my friends in the gallery,my teachers and many people I knew.They were all chanting “Failure!” at me.I tried to run but no matter how hard I ran I was rooted to the spot.And they were getting closer.Kinda like zombies.Just then I woke up sweating all over.Wow that was just like a sequence out of Federico Fellini movie.Surreal.Damn I really gotta get her out of mind.Maybe I should call her.Clear things up.No no NO!!!Things like those happen only in movies.That too crappy bollywood movies.Damn I so hate that Hrithik Roshan wannabe!He could open a business.Hrithik Roshan-stealing girlfriends since 2000.DAMN I CAN’T BELIEVE I SOUND SO CHEAP!Well fuck it.Am off to see if there’s something to eat in the fridge.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">08 February 4 pm</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well that was time well-spent.What a fuck-all movie!Why do they even bother making movies like this?And no sir it didn’t help me take my mind of her like Aniket suggested.Aniket is a good friend isn’t he?I mean he’s an absolute idiot but he’s got his heart in the right place and that’s what counts I guess.He won’t dump me surely.Or won’t he?Nowadays I can’t be sure.Okay that was kinda gay.Not that I have anything against gay people.Damn I am really going into a melodramatic overdrive.I really should call her.Maybe in the meantime I can auction off my self-respect and dignity as well.But what’s self-respect and dignity in case of love?Nothing,nothing I tell you,nothing!Ok seriously I don’t think I love her.I guess Woody Allen was right.This really is painful because she’s unattainable.Yes I truly want to be a member of the club which doesn’t want to have ,me.I am neurotic now.I know.Off.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">08 February 10 pm</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ok seriously I shouldn’t even be writing at this point.I have been drinking for an hour and things seem very shaky all around.Like I’m on a ship.Aniket fell asleep talking about the numerous flings he had recently.Sometimes I envy him.I wish I could be like that.I once met a couple of Ani’s lady “friends”.To use Sheldon Cooper’s expression-dumber than a bag of rocks.Maybe I shouldn't judge.After all,what am I?I guess I am not calling her tonight.I might.I don’t think I will be in complete control of my faculties for long the rate at which I am drinking.Anything that happens after that I am not responsible for.Well that’s it I guess.Signing off now.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<b><i><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You've got a way to keep me on your side</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You give me cause for love that I can't hide</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Because you're mine, I walk the line</span></span>”</i></b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>-Johnny Cash,”I walk the line”</i></span></span></div><br />
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</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-64291336235993560712011-02-04T12:41:00.000+05:302011-02-04T12:41:49.019+05:30The Greatest Performer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Come gather round him everyone</div><div class="MsoNormal">Saints and sinners,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Losers and winners,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sisters and brothers,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Forget all others.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Come gather round him folks</div><div class="MsoNormal">Highwaymen and sailors,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Prisoners and jailors,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Noblmen and commoners,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Forget all others.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Come gather round him people</div><div class="MsoNormal">Spies undercover,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Newlywed lovers,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Scholars really clever,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Forget all others.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For you’re gonna see tricks that will make your heart stop</div><div class="MsoNormal">You’re gonna see wonders that will make your jaw drop.</div><div class="MsoNormal">His tricks will leave you gaping,his act will blow your mind</div><div class="MsoNormal">An evergreen showman like him-You know you’ll never <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>find</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Introducing</div><div class="MsoNormal">Harun Al Rashid-Boghdad-er khalifa,juggler-er badshah</div><div class="MsoNormal">(the Caliph of Baghdad,the Badshah of jugglers)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">P.S-This post is a tribute to the character Harun Al Rashid from the timeless Phatik Chand-a novel by Satyajit Ray,one of the greatest cultural personalities of the world ever.</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-11176934820465530982011-01-21T20:57:00.001+05:302011-01-21T21:00:18.626+05:30Fernandez<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez was a guitarist</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez was a jolly lad.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez lived an easy life</div><div class="MsoNormal">Satisfied with what he had.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez liked simple things</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez didn’t like to fight.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez liked staying home</div><div class="MsoNormal">Than going out late at night.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez was dutiful</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez never shied away</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez always gave his all</div><div class="MsoNormal">“A <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>darn good fella” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as they say</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>everything was going fun till one day...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">One day...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Fernandez fell in love.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now Fernandez does all the things he’d usually never do.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s almost like a different Fernandez-not the one we knew.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">His friends got annoyed with him and his guitar got ignored.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It seems a long long time ago that he played the last chord.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I told you this tale to show how Fernandez got destroyed</div><div class="MsoNormal">You can see love destroyed him-you don’t have to be Freud.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So all you merry fine young men-all you jolly jolly lads.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Try and stay away from love-be sensible,don’t be mad.</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-5108891158828023052011-01-04T21:39:00.000+05:302011-01-04T21:39:03.364+05:30Wishes<div class="MsoNormal">I wish I was a cowboy</div><div class="MsoNormal">In some forgotten western flick</div><div class="MsoNormal">Riding down a valley</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wowing gals with tricks</div><div class="MsoNormal">Playing an organ in the night </div><div class="MsoNormal">When the stars are out </div><div class="MsoNormal">And the town is quiet</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pouring out my troubles</div><div class="MsoNormal">To my friend-John,the barkeep.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wish I was a farmer</div><div class="MsoNormal">Living in the countryside</div><div class="MsoNormal">A peaceful life</div><div class="MsoNormal">A beautiful wife</div><div class="MsoNormal">And Rex,the labrador</div><div class="MsoNormal">By my side.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Work in the fields hard all day</div><div class="MsoNormal">A delicious meal later </div><div class="MsoNormal">Hitting the hay.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wish I was a country singer</div><div class="MsoNormal">In a long black overcoat</div><div class="MsoNormal">Travelling from town to town</div><div class="MsoNormal">Singing songs I wrote</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not a care in the world </div><div class="MsoNormal">Pleasing people young and old</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I wish I wasn’t me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Struggling to come to terms</div><div class="MsoNormal">With my reality</div><div class="MsoNormal">Insecurities killing me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sorrow anew filling me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Unkind words leaving me</div><div class="MsoNormal">A little dead each day.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-83219816263423620082010-11-25T23:55:00.002+05:302010-11-26T00:08:24.235+05:30No Going Back<div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Say no to drugs and wannabe gangsta thugs</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>The night may be young but what’s that to me?</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Elvis has left the building quite some time back</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>And you are still waiting-aww dude don’t you see?</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>The show’s over-party’s ended-go home and sleep</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>The jokes are old-the food’s cold-girl you can weep</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Ain’t no going back now-things changed forever</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>You dont have a clue do ya?am trying to be clever</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Universal admiration I ain’t gonna get homie</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Won’t understand me,unless you really know me</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>But this ain’t about me-that ship has already sailed</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>This is about the people I know-people I have failed</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>I just wanted to say-I know-I really let you down</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>But that’s me-never the hero-always the clown</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>So I hope you forgive me-coz I really love ya all.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>Hope ya take it in your stride-the rise and the fall.</b></i></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-80185226393660590422010-11-02T15:51:00.003+05:302010-11-02T18:06:31.277+05:30The Truth<m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i>“What is the truth?”-Pontius Pilate trying to be a smartass.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>“You want the truth?You can’t handle the truth.”-Jack Nicholson on Tom Cruise wanting to sleep with The Truth.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>“I always tell the truth.Even when I lie”-Al Pacino on how he rats out everyone's secrets to Inspector The Truth.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Truth-(not to be confused with the pro-wrestler with the in-ring name R-Truth who knows just one silly rap song and sings it every time and has jobbed in more matches than anyone in the history of pro-wrestling.And all characters in this article are fictional.Including the pro-wrestler mentioned in the previous sentence.Any resemblance is purely co-incidental.Now go chew on that.)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The truth is one of the most ambigious characters in human history.It is often said to be biased towards victors and unfair towards the defeated.The Truth could also be a bad sit-com starring Gerard Butler and Jon Cryer where there is nothing to laugh about but the laughter track is still rolling on the floor laughing.But that is just digressing from the point of the article which is to find the truth.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The truth is someone whom everyone claims to be looking for but no-one actually likes.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Case in point-</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I am a really bad person”-to this statement the answer in 90 percent of the case should be yes TRUTHfully.But the tried and tested answer which works in this case is “No your not”.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Truth has a hot girlfriend called Lies-whom everyone likes because she’s kind of a slut and usually satisfies everyone.As is the hypocritic nature of human beings everyone claims to hate lies but everyone is in bed with her.Yet truth sticks with this cheating bitch because without Lies there won’t be the Truth.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In his young age the truth used to be a very athletic and gullible guy.All brawns no brains.That’s why he could easily be twisted and manipulated.Nowadays no one bothers with that though.Whenever there’s a job to be done everyone employs his girlfriend.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Truth used to be bosom buddies with the fictional character Yudhistira-But he wasn’t much of an adviser.When he listened to truth Yudhistira lost his kingdom,had to go live in a forrest and share his wife with his 4 bro-hams.But one day after he listened to his other pal Krishna instead of Truth-he got back everything.Since then truth is never the best friend of everyone.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Truth is usually disliked by most because he is very arrogant and brash and doesn’t care for people’s feelings.Then there’s this dude called Poetic Justice whom Truth can’t stand and hamper his work at every possible chance.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Despite all his shortcomings-everyone meets Truth once in a life face to face-and even though he is a no-good angry foul-mouthed son of a bitch-most usually feel lighter after they have met him.Which is why I guess he still lives on to this day.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And with that I conclude this article.My parents did not send me to study engineering for this.Yet this is how pathetic I have become.And that’s the TRUTH.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-6519113813186460122010-10-04T12:20:00.002+05:302010-10-04T12:23:42.749+05:30A Long Forgotten Story<m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">People don’t change all of a sudden.People change bit by bit over time.Until they change so much that they become unrecognizable.People change because of various reasons.But a reason has to be there.Otherwise why would someone with a perfectly happy life change?I know you are wondering by now what this is all about-well,this is about my friend Rajeev.He was once my best friend.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rajeev and I became friends at a very young age.Two frightened kids united by their fear of the unknown on the first day of school.Since then we were thick as thieves.As long as we were in school we did everything together.We played together,we fought against other kids together-we got caught and got punished together.Ah,those days!I think they have a name for that-they call it Utopia.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This went on for 10 years.We saw each other grow up-Our topics of discussion would change from cartoons and superheroes to girls and soccer.I remember at one point of time-we had crush on the same girl.FYI-she wasn’t interested in either of us.But that didn’t stop us from having a good laugh.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In Class 9,our sections were changed due to different additional.Now we got to see less of each other-We couldn’t hang out as much as we used to.Moreover I saw he made some new friends-Some people who didn’t have the best of reputation in school.I was kind of shy and introvert so I couldn’t make that many friends-Or any close friends at all.I concentrated on my studies.Meanwhile the changes in Rajeev were so marked that everyone was beginning to notice it.His dressing style had changed-he always had a cigarette between his lips.I tried to talk to him 2-3 times about this.Asked him why he had become like this-He used to react harshly on these occasions-told me that I had no right to judge him and that his new friends were far better friends than I ever was.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We reached class 11-12 and we grew further apart.Despite not being close friends anymore Rajeev had always kept contact with me.He used to call me up late at night when he was feeling sad or when he was in trouble.I missed my friend-so I used to take whatever time I could get with him.But now he even stopped calling me anymore.Sometimes his mother would call me up and ask me about his activities in school-I had no answer for her and it is at these moments I felt guilty and in some ways responsible for Rajeev.In the meanwhile I was in a lot of trouble myself with poor grades and studies-So I couldn’t concentrate on Rajeev’s problems any more.And slowly he faded from my mind.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After school ended I didn’t see him anymore.I went through college-wasn’t too successful.And in this struggle for existence I had forgotten about Rajeev completely.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">More than 25 years have gone by.I am now in my 40s a typical middle-class Bengali man struggling to make ends meet for his family.Today I was reading the morning newspaper while having tea as usual when an article caught my eye-</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Gangster killed in shootout”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You guessed it right.The black and white picture underneath this caption belonged to my school friend Rajeev Sengupta.He changed so much as a human being over the years but his physical appearance was nearly the same.Handsome as ever.And the photograph brought so many memories back.I don’t think I will be able to concentrate at work today.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the end I would like to say this-I don’t know the reason for his change.I don’t know whether his philosophy of living life on the edge was worse than my philosophy of living life safely in a hole.From this tale all I can tell you is that-I miss my school friend.Maybe if we were together our lives could have turned out better.Because no relationship is as unselfish and giving as the one among two best friends.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-25082477580356005552010-09-20T11:52:00.003+05:302010-09-20T12:57:26.160+05:30How to be an Indian Intellectual in 10 easy steps<span style="font-style: italic;">1.Hate Orkut.Show it.Even if you don’t hate orkut-show some hatred.Ridicule it.Generalize it’s users.This will earn you 10000 points in your intellectual account.<br /><br />2.Show your public hatred of Chetan Bhagat.You may like him but do you want to be an intellectual or not?Remember how many crappy and clichéd IIT novels he inspired and your job will become easier.<br /><br />3.Show your hatred for Twilight and Justin Bieber.Show it regularly.Show it frequently.Nothing says intellectual better than I hate Twilight and Bieber.It’s ok if you have no idea who or what they are.Most don’t so nobody’s gonna test you.<br /><br />4.Be a communist.Or act like one.Throw in the words Marx,Lenin,philosophy,ideals,Che Guavera,Communist Manifesto in your conversations.Trust me no one will know the difference.Real communists will take the word out of your mouth and give you a long-winded explaination.Fakers won’t know the difference.They will think you are some big wiseass.<br /><br />5.Now,this one is worth a 1000000 points so listen up carefully-Grow long hair.Wear some junk jewellery.Doesn’ matter if you are a guy or a girl.Dope and booze and wear Jim Morrison T-shirts.Form a band with another couple of wannabe intellectuals.Post pictures of yourself playing a guitar or boozing on Facebook.There ya go.You are an intellectual.It’s ok if you have no idea of who Jim Morrison,Kurt Cobain,Metallica etc are.Most of them don’t.<br /><br />6.Now you have to realize how important Facebook is for this purpose.Facebook can make you.For example if you have seen half of Citizen Kane and felt pretty bored-it doesn’t matter.Go to Facebook and like Citizen Kane,Orson Welles and anything remotely related to that movie.Because intellectual people like Citizen Kane-do you want to be or intellectual or not?then suppose you overhear or oversee a couple of guys discussing French New Wave-you don’t have to know what it is-just go and like the damn thing on Facebook will you?Facebook likes are meant for showboating only.<br /><br />7.Pretend to be a soccer fan.You don’t have to be one.Just say I support Manchester United.Remember they win a lot of trophies and you want to come off as an winner don’t you?Nowadays you can also support Barcelona-And on match-days you don’t even have to watch the goddamned matches-just update your status on Facebook and tweet with the following from time to time- “Go Barcaaaaaaaa” “GGMU” “Go Messiiiiiiiii”.<br /><br />8.Show your hatred for commercial Bollywood.Make fun of Bollywood in every possible way.Even if you watch every damn movie of Bollywood-but remember-you are now becoming an intellectual and intellectuals hate Bollywood!!You can be an Aamir Khan or Anurag Kashyap fan though-most people think they are “different” making “different” movies-You don’t have to know like their movies-Just praise them a lot.And your job is done.<br /><br />9.Use the F-word the MF-word,the B-word a lot.Throw it in before as many words as you can.That’s what intellectuals do.Don’t you watch MTV and Channel V reality shows?F-words are the in thing-so use them.<br /><br />10.Write wannabe smart-ass blog posts which are hopelessly derivative or completely devoid of humour.Like this one.If you blog no one can stop you from being considered an intellectual.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-86517791822164359922010-08-31T19:38:00.000+05:302010-08-31T19:39:52.037+05:30Uninspired RamblingsI am not a bright kid-so think you can forgive me?<br />If I ain’t so cool tonight-think you’ll still love me?<br />I wanna be a smartass,pal-but I’ve had a hard day<br />A while back I even put my ego for sale on Ebay.<br />Tonight,brother-I envy the drunks and Superman<br />They aren’t bound by the shackles of life like I am<br />Wish we could just sit and chat like Kate and Leopold<br />I am afraid of the passing days-aware I’m growing old<br />My insecurities might prove stronger than my barrier<br />My wall of silence might succumb to my worst fears<br />Let’s forget all these sad thoughts-spread a little joy<br />You can be my Marilyn Monroe I will be Johnny Boy<br /><br />So now that we got that settled-<br /><br />Everybody have a seat coz am gonna let it rip<br />Nowadays my mind fails-inspiration rarely clicks<br />So who knows how long ‘tis ‘fore I end this gig<br />The end is near coz anyday now imagination R.I.P.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-67634566693994014422010-08-26T19:36:00.003+05:302010-08-26T19:40:29.108+05:30HatredI was hearing a Beatles song a while back-“Give peace a chance.”It’s a very well meaning song no doubt but somehow it irked me.Don’t get me wrong-I love the Beatles-I totally do.But I disagreed with their song-give peace a chance-Goddamn it!!!Peace has been given a lot of chances already-look at our country-we were peaceful people and were plundered over the ages by the Pathans,the Moghuls,the British etc.Peace never works.Peace only works in Utopia.It’s war out there-always has been,always will be.<br /><br />Fighting-I hear people saying this-“Fighting never solves anything”-Do these people really believe that?We have been fighting since the dawn of civilization.Fighting for our existence.We fight daily-for our lives,for our jobs,for our love.Fighting is a natural part of us.See whenever there is a street fight people gather round to watch.It's a primal instinct-why not embrace it?If we don’t keep at it we will obliterated.Because even if you don’t fight for your rights-no one will give it to you.You have to play by their rules-beat them at their game.<br /><br />All these hypocrites nowadays-They slam rock and rap music-for being too violent,for spreading hatred,for profanities they say.They-whoever they are-claim that these are harmful for kids-that it influence children in a negative way-Influence in a negative way?Why because they teach them the truth about life?Because most of these rock and rap musicians had to fight their way up from the gutters-fight for every inch-they know what it is.Committing a crime is ultimately up to the offender.It’s got nothing to do with influence.Thousands of people listen to this kind of music-but what they make of it is completely up to them.Some people misunderstand the message in the songs.And anyday I will take this over your pop shit-which has songs mostly about love,heartbreak and blah blah blah-because life doesn’t begin or end with amour-Life is a continuous struggle for existence.<br /><br />I hear this phrase quite a lot-“love conquers all”-Like hell it does!!The phrase “falling in love” has deeper meaning.Love gives you this sinking feeling.Love gives you weakness.Love opens that door behind which lurks of having your faith broken,your love betrayed.Hatred on the other hand depends on no one.Hatred acts on it’s own.Hatred fuels the vengeance.Hatred makes people do things they didn’t know they were capable of.And am not talking about the negative things-think of the positives-With hatred comes a furious urge to prove yourself-and that is a motivation love can never give you.<br /><br />All I am saying is give hatred a chance-Hatred when channelled in the right direction can lead you unto great things-USE THE RAGE!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-63156883897762285702010-08-11T21:58:00.004+05:302010-08-11T22:07:38.877+05:30Implosion ExplosionI kinda have anger issues-often find myself imploding<br />The anger builds up and I have difficulties unloading<br />But now fuck it-am gonna soften things down no more<br />If roses are red,violets are blue-too bad fuck you whore<br />And I hope you won’t take it personally fellas and ladies<br />That ain’t for you-it’s for the enemy of the Slim Shadys<br />Coz I got a beef with people who dare to fuck with The King<br />I wanna fuck them up like the former wives of Charlie Sheen<br />These gals really think they can ape Elvis and get away?<br />Hah! CRon has a better chance of turning out to be gay<br />And people are too touchy these days-easily offended<br />But doesn’t mean I’ma stop now-this war hasn’t ended.<br />Am tired of being polite-what’s the point of it anyway?<br />Gonna get buried all the same-at the end of the day<br />So I’ll be bringing the house down-as long as I feel tough<br />Tonight after a long time-Nightwing’ll hafta play it rough<br />Am taking the leap of faith into the fire under the frying pan<br />Tonight I am Clint Eastwood-Blondie meets Harry Calahan<br />And I don't care if no one else reads this goddamn crap<br />When I gotta diss and bash-I am gonna always try to rapAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194022046773701887.post-38010813798210067802010-08-07T21:25:00.005+05:302010-08-07T21:47:55.252+05:30Yours SincerelyDear Princess<br /><br />It’s been years since we last met-<br />And I was just wondering how you’ve been.<br />I hope you are doing fine-<br />I read about your engagement the other day<br />I wanted to congratulate you but<br />I couldn’t make it-Even if I could-<br />I knew I wouldn’t be welcome.<br /><br />I had a lot of dreams for you-<br />I wanted to be a part of your life<br />I wanted to see my little girl grow up<br />But Fate had other plans<br />I know I haven’t been the best father<br />I could’ve been<br />I know my faults aren’t easy to forgive<br />I know I abandoned you when you needed me<br />I was too brash and too ambitious<br />I chose career over family<br />But trust me princess-<br />I always loved you-you and your mother<br />I always missed you-<br />But your mother and I-we were young<br />We were stubborn<br />We let our egos decide right and wrong<br />Our eyes were blinded by pride<br />We couldn’t see our conceit<br />Tearing us all apart.<br />And as I sit alone in this deserted palace<br />Furnished with expensive belongings<br />To cover the hollowness of this farcical existence<br />I couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve been<br />If we would have been together.<br /><br />And I am not writing to you<br />Hoping you’d forgive me<br />For the years of negligence<br />For all the times I wasn’t there<br />When you needed a shoulder to cry on<br />I don’t expect you to forgive me<br />For not being there in your joys and tears<br />I just hope you will remember our mistakes<br />In the new life you’re about to begin<br />It hurts a father to say this-<br />But I hope you won’t follow in my footsteps<br />I guess that’s all I can say now-<br />Wishing you all the happiness in the world-<br /><br />Yours sincerely-Dad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com10