Love Aaj Kal
It is shocking but I am kind of destined to read the blogs of people who have an unmistakable pattern of describing life where they are drenched with sorrow and grief. The comments are even more jaw-dropping, finding every one relating to them. It is understandable if we suffer at times but what sense does it make when one draws up a perfect plan to make sure one suffers the entire life? I don’t know, but one thing is clear, quite a many people are in this sort of planning spree. Well democracy hai, carry on!
Feelings and something like that
It has been a long time when I have written something for myself. Every day I wait for the right moment to come when I have some evidence to prove my words, so that nobody doubts my feelings. It does matter to me when my feelings go unconcerned by the countless souls with senses. I do not care for their remembrance but I do carve for the ephemeral moment that they spent feeling my state; sadly no one is done feeling their own. But I still, everyday wait for my moments to arrive which shall flow and pause every name one day and make them feel something so different so unknown; and then it shall vanish away and all shall resume with their own feelings. I have no idea why I crave for that; what would I get and what shall happen after that?
Mommy will be Mommy
Disciplined Kitty
Kitty not comfortable with me and my sis around it
Finally It had faith on us too
We were having our lunch and I was almost licking my plate, cleaning the chicken curry up. Mom assumed my action to be the aftermath of the decade of unsatisfying lunch at the places where I stayed. Next she saw my sister trying to compete with me in the same thing (though she had always been at home) and took it as the compliment that the chicken curry was really well prepared; at last Dad’s burp assured her.
Testing Times
I realise that I am always truthful when I write. I may twist things or cut it short but at the end I deliver the truth. Writing gives me pleasure and I feel like doing it most of the time. I talk to myself about what I would be writing next. Most of the time I have to go away with numerous of those thoughts as I can’t keep writing all the time; but the basic reason is blogs don’t earn me my bucks.
There are times too when I ask myself –
Beautiful…but…Missing the Romance
It is one in the afternoon but seems to be just 8 in the morning; lovely weather. The problem is, this side being a coalfield area one cannot expect a healthful walk. The coal dust can substitute air but in the rainy weather such as this, the beauty of the place is vibrant.
Element of Good Read
Internet has become a very important part of my life just like oxygen you can say. I spent a lot of time reading lot of things which makes me curious, excited, sometimes annoy me but at the end I am happy reading them all. But there are times when I start reading and leave it in between, I wonder what makes this write up so not-interesting. I am sure the author must have made a considerable effort to make it readable at least. Now, after reading so many articles, stories and blogs there is one thing I notice which never fails to charm me and that is the juxtaposition of two thoughts, or experience or two subjects or even a comparison of two entities. In a write up there is where I get the spark of wow.
Coy Universe
It has been some time when I have been busy even by not being engaged in something deeply. It is worth noticing how we tend to lose more time when we have all the liberty regarding time bounds. We lack discipline when there is no one to watch. I have been endlessly warning myself but the effect seems to wear off as soon as the warning ends. I am being troubled by myself and have to fall in trap of a routine and be in its trap till I have something worthwhile to be proud of.
A Stupid Nightout
Disclaimer – The story has very close resemblance with the actual incident. Few of the words are not meant for delicate readers. Discretion advised.
We thought nothing could be better than 5.1 surround sound playing the latest Hollywood Block Busters; that was what in our mind when as were crossing the newly broken road towards our way home. I came to Kolkata to meet Abhi, my school friend and the movies were a sort of treat from Abhi’s side. But right now I wanted to reach his place desperately and empty my stomach in the loo.
It is Monsoon in Kolkata
It was a relief to find that heat in Kolkata was not as scorching as previously… but the endless drizzle is not charming even.
There are quite a few things in my mind as I have come here. Sadly my friend do not have internet connection and finding a net near by is not that easy, more over gets tougher in the rain.
Let me see what all I can bring back from here.
