Out of my window . . .
An array of thoughts and facts that make me. . . many i might share with you... many that might strike you as strange... These are the things i see. . . Out of my window!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
it is high time i kick my bucket list!!!!
for a long time i have been having this desire to visit Kolkata.... Yes of course....Parineeta.....Howrah Bridge... Trams.... etc.... i did get an oppurtunity to be on top of Howrah twice.... but hey it is just a bridge....like any other.... i did stike off an item from my bucket list.... but i am reconsidering the idea of the bucket list altogether.... its not like i have impossible things on my list like flying solo across somewhere... but i felt then on top of Howrah Bridge and then again when i saw a tram coming towards our cab with no signs of brakes... and again when i almost kicked the bucket with earthquake tremors shaking the **** out of me in small town Malda....that the times in which we live each day becomes an item in the bucket list.... anyways there will be no bucket list if all the items on it are kicked off the list.... i think for the time being all the buckets should be left in peace.....
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
how would we live without the option like....
it s funny to see people likimg each others titbits in facebook....it is more crucial when it comes to liking something already liked by somebody else.... i think all such likers are in dire need of pokes....
Saturday, March 26, 2011
wats lyf?!!!!
OMG!
i really dunno!
if i shud say sumthin
then i guess
lyf s sumthin dat hapns btw da
endless sms blocking your mob and the forwards trashing up your inbox
Omg! ya!
and of course
trying to cling to the meaninglessness or
trying to find an epiphanic understanding of all these
by spreading it out on the blog!!!!
i really dunno!
if i shud say sumthin
then i guess
lyf s sumthin dat hapns btw da
endless sms blocking your mob and the forwards trashing up your inbox
Omg! ya!
and of course
trying to cling to the meaninglessness or
trying to find an epiphanic understanding of all these
by spreading it out on the blog!!!!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
my endless speculations . . .
i walk down the road
shadowed by the lofty branches
dripping heavenly drops
i haul in the moment
the beauty it offers
when all of a sudden
among the many windows peeping out
i find a girl filling with colours
a glass window . . .
i felt her to be a stranger...
i willed her to be one. . .
little did i know that
i know her... i know her by her name...
suddenly disappointment floods me
an end to all the possibilities. .. .
she ceases to be a mystery
she loses her enigma . . .
now she has failed to be a subject. . .
a subject of my endless speculations. . . .
shadowed by the lofty branches
dripping heavenly drops
i haul in the moment
the beauty it offers
when all of a sudden
among the many windows peeping out
i find a girl filling with colours
a glass window . . .
i felt her to be a stranger...
i willed her to be one. . .
little did i know that
i know her... i know her by her name...
suddenly disappointment floods me
an end to all the possibilities. .. .
she ceases to be a mystery
she loses her enigma . . .
now she has failed to be a subject. . .
a subject of my endless speculations. . . .
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
memory stained!!!!!
our lives are memory stained!
the only thing is that it is given an attractive package
we call it "Nostalgia"!!!!
it does sound like a chronic disorder????
somehow in the process of living it....
we do not see it . . .
not the stains. . .
not the symptoms. . .
we live on . . .
refusing to acknowledge. . .
refusing to wash away the stains?????
the only thing is that it is given an attractive package
we call it "Nostalgia"!!!!
it does sound like a chronic disorder????
somehow in the process of living it....
we do not see it . . .
not the stains. . .
not the symptoms. . .
we live on . . .
refusing to acknowledge. . .
refusing to wash away the stains?????
statistics. . .
can life be defined by mere statistics????
just imagine beginning something on " according to the latest statistical report there is a 79.89% that what you are going to write is something random. . . "
well come to think about it and i feel that most of these reports are just made up on the spot....
why ?????
because we all feel this need to belong somewhere....
safe....
but pathetic. . .
somewhere between the folds of these statistics.....
just imagine beginning something on " according to the latest statistical report there is a 79.89% that what you are going to write is something random. . . "
well come to think about it and i feel that most of these reports are just made up on the spot....
why ?????
because we all feel this need to belong somewhere....
safe....
but pathetic. . .
somewhere between the folds of these statistics.....
Thursday, November 11, 2010
names are never accidents. . .
you are born....
something happens to those responsible. . .
i dont really know what. . .
but you are named
a tag you tag along. . .
all these a series of misadventures or accidents??????
how else to define the situation when you call out a name
and the response comes from an un namely person. . . .
but i guess at the end of these incidents
you become your namesake. . . .
somehow or the other.....
i guess then....
names are never accidents. . .
something happens to those responsible. . .
i dont really know what. . .
but you are named
a tag you tag along. . .
all these a series of misadventures or accidents??????
how else to define the situation when you call out a name
and the response comes from an un namely person. . . .
but i guess at the end of these incidents
you become your namesake. . . .
somehow or the other.....
i guess then....
names are never accidents. . .
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