Thursday, July 29, 2010


The delicate morning sunshine,
Filters in through the window curtains-
Dispelling the chill of the gloomy night,
Setting the world ablaze in hues of crimson,
Ushering in a bright new day,
Newer trials, renewed hopes.
The difficulties that were yesterday,
Seem like they are no more.
'Tomorrow is here and now.'
She could tell for sure.

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Monday, July 26, 2010

The 'CBI Interrogation kinda' tag

I am on the verge of getting rid of my aversion for tags for good. If you think about it, they're the perfect antidote to a writer's block and fun to do at times. So here I'm with another one that has been doing the rounds in blogland.
Have been indirectly tagged by Guria and Nethra, once again.

Ten How's:

1. How did you get one of your scars? I'm not Harry Potter.

2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? With family, at home.

3. How are you feeling at this moment? Partly sleepy and partly tired.

4. How did your night go last night? Stayed awake debating 'honor killings' with mom. The usual, in other words.

5. How did you do in high school? Not too shabby.

6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? Don't go on assuming I'm wearing a shirt right now. -_-

7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? Not very often but we stay in touch.

8. How much money did you spend last month? Not much. This month, however, is a different story altogether.

9. How old do you want to be when you get married? 1534863 years.

10. How old will you be at your next birthday? Bah a lady never reveals her age.

Nine What’s:

1. Your mothers name? Shh! Secret.

2. What did you do last weekend? Went shopping, had lunch outside.

3. What is the most important part of your life? My ideals. And mom.

4. What would you rather be doing? Reading or writing.

5. What did you last cry over? While watching a highly emotional scene from an awesome J-drama.

6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Pep talk. Food. (:P)

7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? This isn't a survey created by, right?

8. What are you worried about? Losing myself to the world.

9. What did you have for breakfast? Buttered toast, poached egg, tea.

Eight You’s:

1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? No.

2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes.

3. Have you ever been out of the country? Yes.

4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? I happen to do that often. (wow that was brave of me)

5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Yes, quite a few times.

6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? Even if I did what makes you think I'll divulge such personal information?

7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? No.

8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? I've read more than one.

Seven Who’s:

1. Who was the last person you saw? Gran.

2. Who was the last person you texted? Mom.

3. Who was the last person you hung out with? Mom.

4. Who was the last person to call you? Mom.

5. Who did you last hug? BFF

6. Who is the last person who texted you?-My mom's insurance policy officer. Yes he still confuses between our numbers, thanks to a fault on my mom's part. He will be skinned alive one of these days.

7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? Can't recall.

Six Where’s:

1. Where does your best friend(s) live? In this city, at home.

2. Where did you last go? My training institute.

3. Where did you last hang out? A shopping mall, supposedly the biggest one in all of India (which I find difficult to believe)

4. Where do you go to school? Correction : I used to go to school. I attend college now.

5. Where is your favorite place to be? Home.

6. Where did you sleep last night? In my room of course.

Five Do’s:

1. Do you think anyone likes you? Everyone likes me. :P

2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? No.

3. Do you know the muffin man? I only know of muffins. Blueberry muffins are yummy!

4. Does the future scare you? Sometimes.

5. Do your parents know about your blog? One of them know. The other one can't possibly. 

Four Why’s:

1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? She understands me better than anyone else.

2. Why did you get into Blogging? I needed a platform where I could freely express my opinions and help my creative site evolve.Getting a blog was the perfect way to achieve both.

3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? My parents came across this word in a Bengali dictionary. Apparently the beautiful meaning struck a chord with them.

4. Why are you doing this survey? I've been tagged. Plus I've time to kill right now.

Three If’s:

1. If you could have one super power what would it be? Time-travel.

2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? Yes.

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? Can another human being count as a 'thing'? 

Two Would-You-Ever:

1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? Never.

2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Yes.

One Last Question:

1. Are you happy with your life right now? Pretty much.

I tag ALL who will comment.
P.S: Idea of tagging others borrowed from Guria.
P.P.S: You do understand the reason for the title of this post don't you?

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Friday, July 23, 2010


Life, as they say, is strange. It is a bizarre cocktail of ups and downs, lows and highs, bitter endings and new beginnings. There are moments of madness when everything seems to go wrong and moments of perfect clarity when you get the feeling as if you might have downed an entire bottle of Felix Felicis.
Not everything can be explained from a logical point of view. Miracles, fortunate co-incidences do exist...even if all known rationale point to the contrary.
I have mentioned this time and again that happy endings never occur in real life as reality is a far too tangled up mess to be sorted out so easily. That is the sole reason why fairytale romances and fantasy movies still find acceptance among readers and audiences worldwide.
But are happy endings all that rare? Isn't life full of contradictions? 
People might use adjectives like 'corny' , 'mushy' , 'cheesy' to describe love stories. And yet it is the people(irrespective of gender) who devour such tales with enthusiasm and interest
There comes a time when we tire of unnecessary bloodshed, war, violence and the ugly facets of blunt reality. Then we seek solace in the finer aspects of life. That is why an age-old tale of love, longing, separation and dramatic re-union will never go out of fashion. Nothing compares to the bitterly sweet feeling of shedding tears at the thought of somebody else's predicament or feeling a strong urge to alleviate the distress of another.

Somewhere beyond the known realm of scientific accomplishments, technological developments, sparring nations, petty worries over margins and profits, lies the very essence of our human souls. All we crave for is a little happiness. All we desire for is to be at peace with ourselves and the rest of the world. All we want is a little love.

Love is a timeless emotion. It truly holds the immeasurable power of transcending all barriers and achieving the unachievable. It defies established logic. It heals. It cherishes. It comforts. It pardons.

I know what you're thinking : What the hell is this post about?
Nothing in particular. It's more like a self-motivational speech with tidbits of philosophy thrown in. :P
I'm heavily under the influence of an awesome Japanese drama that I happened to watch sometime back. And it tugged at my heartstrings like no other. That's why the 'psycho babble'.
I promise to make the next post as meaningful as possible (and more coherent as well).

Sorry about the prolonged absence from this page but I was a bit busy for the past two weeks with training and whatnot.
But I'll be more regular from now on.

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Tuesday, July 06, 2010

I am a girl but...

When Guria and Nethra tagged me with this I must confess I was in a bit of a fix. Now before you go on assuming that I'm one of those people who have never had the fortune(or misfortune) of committing any sins against gender stereotypes let me tell you that's so not the case.
It's just that I've never been a privileged member of the 'tomboy' class. Never climbed up a tree or beat up a guy. (slapping doesn't count right? :P)

But even so it turns out I've ended up doing/experiencing a whole lotta things that might contribute to my unfeminine side. Don't really know whether these things are really something to be embarrassed about or be proud of but here goes-

  • I remember possessing only two dolls in my childhood. One of them,a Barbie in a pink princess-y sort of a dress(a birthday gift from my unsuspecting parents who had no idea that their daughter had no interest in pretty dolls) always adorned the wall-cabinet in our living room, meaning I never touched it. I was more fascinated with board games like carom or chess and addicted to jigsaw puzzles. I remember one favorite game being 'Around the world' where you needed to brush up on your GK to play well. Unfortunately enough I found few takers for that game.
  • Till the age of 9, few people could tell I was a girl. Blame my short hair or the fact I was seldom dressed in dainty little frocks or skirts for that. (why mother why?)
  • I have always gotten along with guys well and found myself a misfit among a group of giggling girls discussing the latest hook-up or break-up,be it in school or now in college. In fact I was always the last one to know the latest piece of gossip. Till date the lives of people with whom I'm not related to in a direct way fail to interest me. Predictably I have a greater number of male friends.
  • I detest shopping especially when it involves multiple trips to all probable places of purchase and comparing notes regarding which one of them offers you the best bet. I find the whole routine too strenuous and boring for my likes. So I dump it on the shoulders of my mommy dearest who 1)has impeccable taste and 2)loves shopping while I just express my approval or disapproval as I tag along. Don't get me wrong I love fashionable clothes,shoes and watches. I just hate shopping for them.
  • I swear by my eye-liner and kajal but I hate the stuff that goes by the name of blusher, mascara, lip-color and eye-shadow and gives you the appearance of a circus clown. I lounge about in a pair of trousers that could well be from the 90's,an over-sized t-shirt (with a hole or two in it sometimes) and unkempt bed hair for the major part of a day when I'm at home. I am capable of bringing forth the most-annoyed-expression-ever on my face when I'm asked to put on a face pack.
  • Every birthday while mom suggests I get a pair of earrings or a diamond pendant perhaps I demand a Blackberry or an iPod or a digicam instead. I have always harbored a strong dislike for jewellery. I especially despise wedding jewellery commercials on tv. I mean WHO in their right minds would want to be burdened under the weight of so much gold on 'supposedly' the best day of their lives?-Okay don't answer that. Maybe everybody would. :|
  • I had my first brush with cooking at the age of 14 and I know how to make egg,chicken curry,rice,dal and all kinds of fries. Barring that I'm a complete noob. And I have zero interest in learning how to prepare gourmet dishes or the aspects of garnishing. I feel ticked off when my hands itch/sting after I have chopped a few green chillies or when they smell strongly of garlic throughout the day. I don't even wanna imagine how I'll smell if I attempt to make fish curry. In short I hate cooking.
  • I have never shared an amicable relationship with kids. I fail miserably at cooing a baby to sleep or keeping an eye on a toddler. Basically I suck at baby-sitting. I have only gotten along with those who are well-behaved and don't insist on yanking off a tuft of my hair. But despite my woes I've always been surprised to find that kids like ME. (probably because they have a gala time bullying me around and/or watching me suffer)
  • I have once deliberately gotten inside a men's washroom just because it looked much cleaner than the women's one. Nobody was inside at the moment. But while getting out I encountered a lost-looking fellow who was so astonished to see me that I noticed him glancing at the signboard stuck to the door atleast 3 times to be sure. I managed to flash him a brilliant smile and escape somehow.
So here it is. The unwomanly me.
Now I want YOU to list your sins against gender stereotypes. So I'll be tagging-Karthik, Pawan, heavealie, Anish, Lazy Pineapple, Chatterbox, Pramoda, Sid, Ayu, Rakesh, Writu, wisewit, The Ketchup Girl, Deeps.
But let's just say all of you who are reading this are tagged.

P.S:A big thank you to IHM for creating such an interesting tag and to Ugich Konitari for making this awesome badge. Had a lot of fun writing this post.

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Saturday, July 03, 2010

Through their eyes

The dusty,dirt-ridden track magically transforms-
Into the dainty little wooden bridge-
Across the stretch of dark water,
To the princess's palace.

A frozen drop of dew-
Sticking to a blade of grass-
Transmogrifies into a rare diamond-
When the sunrays kiss the earth.

The lonely village belle,humming a melancholy tune,
Bends over the corn with a sickle in hand-
Somewhere in an unknown valley.
She gains eternal life...unaware.

Through the tender strokes of a painter's brush-
A landscape retains its green glory forever.
Just like a simple truth evolves into an ethereal tale,
In the words of a story-teller-
Just like in a poet's vivid imagination,
The world metamorphoses into a mythical land.
Nothing is ordinary in their eyes-
For they can see beyond.

P.S: For some reason The Solitary Reaper has been on my mind since morning. That's why please accept the above as a tribute to those brilliant few who have given this woefully mundane life of ours meaning since times immemorial through their creations.

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