i'm starting my turn by cursing soumyadip again. he passed me this. anyway, here i go...
Seven things that I plan to do(and keep postponing constantly)
1.memorizing the gre vocab list
2.start studying the curriculam of my masters course
3.buying the complete works of rabindranath tagore
4.writing letters to my friends and posting them
5.going abroad to do my phd.
6. start earning
7. doing a part time job
Seven things that I can do
1. making candles
2.irritating people
3.spreading any rumour,however baseless it is
4.studying a shitty subject like botany and telling people that it's rather interesting
5.getting depressed over any thing,and i really mean anything
6.trust people even after having loads of proof against them
7. talking crap
Seven things I can’t
1.riding a bicycle
2.whistling
3.concentrating on anything for more than 15 minutes
4.telling a convincing lie( like u soumyadip)
5. saying no to anybody
6.be smart
7.attracting girls
Seven things I say most often
1.i'll do it later
2.f**k you
3.what the hell
4.shit
5.i love u (whenever i get a chance to say it to anybody)
6.u cant help it
7. curse u
Seven people I want to tag
1.avik
2.roopsha
3.rahul
4.debarati
5.zombie
6.khyati
7.pallavi
Friday, October 28, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Twenty Things About Me That I Just Discovered
i had no intention of writing anything like this. but soumyadip tricked me in it.so i'm writing it.
1. i boozed for the first time when i was in the final year of my graduation
2. that was my only time so far.
3. i just love bitching.
4. i hire my first porno cd just a month ago
5. I'm addicted to reading Harry Potter, i just love the books
6.i hate reading russian books, have a shelf of half read books of that kind
7.i lopve irritating people until they start hating me for that.
8.i enjoy candle making, but never make them before 1 year after the deadline.
9. i love writing letters and not posting them. i have a bagfull.
10.besically i'm a loner, who gives an impression of being cool but in fact is a dumb ass.
11.i'm addicted to internate and blogging.
12. i used to send annonymous threatening letters to the brother of my grandfather, and never get caught....
13.my favourite hobby is to find a new one always
14.i hate bullying in any form, i just can't stand it.
15. i still think that i'd be the happiest person on earth i f sumedha agrees to be with me
16. i'm an extremely lazy person.
17. i can beat anyone in forgetting things.
18. i love books
19. i have a dull mind
20. so i cant think about another thing to write about.
i cant think the names of tweenty people. but i think roopsha, debarati, rahul, zombie and khyati will follow mthis tradition.
1. i boozed for the first time when i was in the final year of my graduation
2. that was my only time so far.
3. i just love bitching.
4. i hire my first porno cd just a month ago
5. I'm addicted to reading Harry Potter, i just love the books
6.i hate reading russian books, have a shelf of half read books of that kind
7.i lopve irritating people until they start hating me for that.
8.i enjoy candle making, but never make them before 1 year after the deadline.
9. i love writing letters and not posting them. i have a bagfull.
10.besically i'm a loner, who gives an impression of being cool but in fact is a dumb ass.
11.i'm addicted to internate and blogging.
12. i used to send annonymous threatening letters to the brother of my grandfather, and never get caught....
13.my favourite hobby is to find a new one always
14.i hate bullying in any form, i just can't stand it.
15. i still think that i'd be the happiest person on earth i f sumedha agrees to be with me
16. i'm an extremely lazy person.
17. i can beat anyone in forgetting things.
18. i love books
19. i have a dull mind
20. so i cant think about another thing to write about.
i cant think the names of tweenty people. but i think roopsha, debarati, rahul, zombie and khyati will follow mthis tradition.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
the boy who lived
no it's not about harry potter. it's bout pritwish chatterjeeof asansol. i meet him at gaya while doing the rituals for my deceased father. after dad's death in a road accident our world crashed. but i kne that there are people with a poorer fate than me. and i meet one of them at gaya.
prithwish now studies at 9th standard. he has lost both his parents at a road accident 6 years ago. he did all the rituals sitting beside me.i couldn't help but hinking bout him.wht a poor fate he has. her sister who was severely injuredin the accident is now studying bca. i just pray for his successin life.
i still can't forget the teen age face with pimples in both checks.....
dont worry lad, i'm praying for u.. and readers plzzzz u also do.
prithwish now studies at 9th standard. he has lost both his parents at a road accident 6 years ago. he did all the rituals sitting beside me.i couldn't help but hinking bout him.wht a poor fate he has. her sister who was severely injuredin the accident is now studying bca. i just pray for his successin life.
i still can't forget the teen age face with pimples in both checks.....
dont worry lad, i'm praying for u.. and readers plzzzz u also do.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
this is a salesmans' world
sale sale sale..... everything is selling here. everyone is a salesman in todays world. bygone are the days when salesman means a person of this or that brand whose sole object in life was to sell you the vaccum cleaner or the water purifier or whatever.(and they had an amazing power of convincing my dad)
nowadays, the handwritten placards, proclaimming "salesmen are not allowed", in front of the buildings has become almost meaningless. what do we mean by 'salesman'? a person who sales something.
journalists are selling the agony of people for a sensational news. moviemakers are selling the lavishness of indian festivals for a foreign award. students are selling their brains for a better loking pay cheque. wanna-be-moviestars are selling themselves for a carrer.poets are selling complexicity for accolades. people are selling body parts as advertising ground for money. etc...etc...
and we still look down upon those poor girls who couldn't help selling themselves at the narrow lanes for their breads and butter.......
p.s.:i'm selling this post for attracting comments
nowadays, the handwritten placards, proclaimming "salesmen are not allowed", in front of the buildings has become almost meaningless. what do we mean by 'salesman'? a person who sales something.
journalists are selling the agony of people for a sensational news. moviemakers are selling the lavishness of indian festivals for a foreign award. students are selling their brains for a better loking pay cheque. wanna-be-moviestars are selling themselves for a carrer.poets are selling complexicity for accolades. people are selling body parts as advertising ground for money. etc...etc...
and we still look down upon those poor girls who couldn't help selling themselves at the narrow lanes for their breads and butter.......
p.s.:i'm selling this post for attracting comments
Saturday, October 08, 2005
competitor
yesterday i was chatting with my 10 year old cousin vikram. the puja air is on. so he asked me 'bout maa durga. i told him the myth of her creation, the fight with mahisasura-the demon, birth of Kali and lots of othewr things. he listened. and then he questioned again. guess what the question was........
vikram asked me,"is it true that Dumbledore has been killed in the latest harry potter book?"
Maa Durga!! after mahisasura, now you have to fight harry potter ......... for popularity!!!!!!!!!
vikram asked me,"is it true that Dumbledore has been killed in the latest harry potter book?"
Maa Durga!! after mahisasura, now you have to fight harry potter ......... for popularity!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Please hear what I'm not saying.............
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear,
for I wear a mask,a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure;
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command,and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,ever varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the taught of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield from the glance that knows.
But such a glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope,and I know it.
That is,if it's followed by acceptance
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure meof what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial Phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine & spontaneous & me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breeding dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging
each time you try to understand bcause you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings,
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breath life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I,
you may wonder.I
am someone you know very well.
For I am every man You meet,
and am every woman you meet --- Anonymous
Don't be fooled by the face I wear,
for I wear a mask,a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure;
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command,and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,ever varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the taught of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield from the glance that knows.
But such a glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope,and I know it.
That is,if it's followed by acceptance
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure meof what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial Phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine & spontaneous & me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breeding dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging
each time you try to understand bcause you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings,
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breath life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I,
you may wonder.I
am someone you know very well.
For I am every man You meet,
and am every woman you meet --- Anonymous
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