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Idiotic

I was alone at home....... Nobody was anywhere around....... T'was a perfectly nice day........  Yet something was wrong....... Something was amiss...... What was it? What was it???? The gas was on....... The lighter not working....... My vain attempts to light the stove...... The fire was finally lighted...... My heart heaved a sigh of relief....... Yet something was wrong....... Somehow....... I went to my room...... Put on the TV........ Sat down to eat...... A fly had come to share my space..... I shooed it away..... My heart trembled.... Something was wrong...... I went to the kitchen again.... To dispose of the remnants of my food......... I came out........ I shrieked with fear....... What did I see??? Why did I scream???? Yes something was indeed wrong!!!!! The creature was looking at me with alacrity...... Yeah, she had the urge to jump at me........ But she didn't,  Thankfully..... But thankfully, nothing was wrong as I expected..... Why she was just a green eyed,

The Black horse

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Saw a beautiful black horse, stomping her feet in pride, up and about in Meade's hollow beautiful, shining mane , loftily moving, gaily neighing loving every sight she sees it seems.... Followed her for long, admiring her attitude, over the varying altitude, I forgot my path, long ago...... Courtesy:  animalszooguru.blogspot.com The black horse is still moving, towards oblivion in my heart, I forgot my path, I still follow her, to reach that dreamland, where nobody's step, ever dangled A place, mine and mine forever

SPLASH OF WATER

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In this scorching summer which has hit my country, India, all one would want to have is "a splash of water", remember the joy which we feel when suddenly a cool gale wind comes and you are confirmed of your suspicions, aye, its going to rain. (anyway monsoon is going to hit the tip of kerala this week so my adage is not that inappropriate), so when you read this poem, remember all the times you have had with water, that single drop everyone longs for, enjoy splashing!!!!!!! :D splash of the water why does my heart long for that splash of water, which washes away all the dirt, cleanses the whole body,  with care and nourishes me with vitamins and oils unknown splash of water why does my heart long for that splash of water, plain water water just nothing else, nothing of this 'mineral' nonsense plain tap water thats what I want  splash of water  why does my heart long for that splash of water, water trickling down my eyes, my face, my soul, refre

MY FIRST AWARD!!!!!

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I have not written a new post for a very long time because I was thinking What to write when life has given me so many subjects to write upon, to think upon, to brood upon.Well I wont bore anybody today. Today My friend Kirti  who gave a good enough reason to post an entry, has given me an award. An award I will cherish forever. I sincerely thank her for giving me this award, And now I would write away very very quickly the 7 random facts about me::: 1. I am a heavily confused girl!!!! (I know all of u know that, what with my blogs title LOL) Chance given I can turn down a good request even if it is good for me if I have a confusion and doubt about it  2. Secondly, I love reading BOOKS and listening to melodious, mellifluous instrumental MUSIC by A.R. RAHMAN, SHANKAR TUCKER , YANNI, RAVI SHANKAR, VANESSA MAE , and god knows how many more. I love vocals as well and love VISHAL SHEKHAR'S music sense and SHANKAR EHSAAN LOY MUSIC. Perfectly Indie isn't it. A new favou

Life is Beautiful....Again

A very amateurish poem, by me,  very funny format I have thought of  is in every alternate stanza after the usual Life is beautiful I have one then two then three, then four lines and so on. A very simple poem but this is what I feel like at the moment. Enjoy!!! Life is Beautiful When I see that fluttering butterfly Life is Beautiful,  When I see the smile of my baba and maa, Life is Beautiful When I realise I don't have to take revenge on anybody Life is Beautiful When I feel I don't have any twisted lover Life is Beautiful When I know  That I am free  once again Life is Beautiful When I have true friends around me Life is Beautiful Because  I am happy My world is happy in spite of all the hassles they have to face. Life is Beautiful When the sun smiles, laughs, keeps a doting watch on all of us dutifully Life is Beautiful When I realise that people love me truly

The Rain

The Drop, trickling down the roof top, over my nose, along the ridges, as if from a pipe, hose Above my lip, And between the nose, Going to rip, me apart, from the heart, to my part last. The Drop, trickling down through the leaftop, over my eyes, towards my cheek, mixing with my own tears, as if from a shower head, with only two holes.....

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Held in a Powercut Rain toppling over my roof, The familiar 'tup taap', 'Tup taap', speeded up in this kalbaishakhi, amidst all this confusion, this wind fusion, you remind me of July, and I am reminded of you, of all what is reminiscent of you, I remember your smile, that explosive laugh, The broadest grin, those popping eyes, out in awe of the world, skimming through pages, racing through sums and algorithms, and snorting at once when disturbed, Now what?? you disturbed us now, disturbed our motion, stirred our slept emotions, Our pace was always decided by the time, But now for a moment, just a moment, you decided our pace........... You stopped us... From moving....
This event happened on 8th April. but due to some reason I couldnt post it.:: Yesterday night after having yet another irritable day, and a joyous  Pune  Warriors India win in the   IPL , just when I was about to sleep, I checked my cell. The  sms  I was just watching was conveying a news which I would have never expected to see in my whole life. My friend  Ankita  had just messaged "  Ipsi ...   janis   kal   ratre  ATISH   na  SUICIDE   koreche ." All Bengali words seemed to sink and the only word which seemed to appear before my eyes in big bold letters was  SUICIDE.  The news seemed to be utter rubbish to me, felt like somebody was cracking a belated April fool joke on me, as if it was all just a joke, just a cruel joke. After consequent  texting  my friend assured me it was not a joke, not a joke. Really one of my erstwhile classmates in   Kharagpur  had committed suicide and now was not in this world anymore. My mind jumped into the flashback mode at once....

In Confusoland, Landing firmly in Wickedomarsh

Again your favourite iridium landed in the Land full Of Mirages, I hope you never go there, the land of Confusions, the Confusoland. As if going there was not adequate enough, I landed beautifully in the marsh of marshes, the Wickedomarsh. I seriously hope no one goes there or lands there. The wish applies to both my friends and foes alike. Yet again I am here, and I don't like being here......... Confusions don’t leave my way and keep on haunting me like the ghouls in the blue moon night. I have filled up nearly all major forms for the two gorgon careers of medical and engineering etc..... Presumably the only two courses available in India, my country. But the thoughts spiral and spiral away, am I really interested in it????? Do I really want to don that yellow helmet with boldfaced "ultratech cement" embossed on it??? Do I really want to be the girl in Beautiful salwar kameez, clad in a white coat and a Maoist muff, this time white instead of deep green, with a steth

Life Is About Two Words

I wish I could disappear into wilderness, full of shrubs and herbs or somehow vanish in thin air along with my idealism. Its just that my utopian visions do not seem to fit in here, they are not a perfect match in this world. The world nowadays means only to make money, mint money, eat and bathe in money. All of it is about settlement. Just because earth settled with a climax species- the irreplaceable humans, will the world mean all about settlement, stagnant thoughts, stagnant dirty water, stagnant lives, moving yet static trains, aeroplanes, rockets, all of it in instantaneous differential picture frames???? My radical thoughts have no place in this world( have I really mentioned that?). The world my little eyes can see far and wide is only about two words. Only two words matter the most to people. The world seems to be obsessed with two words "medical" and "engineering". For everybody around me - save My ma and My Pa- have only two keywords for careers- "

The Farewell aka " the Blessing Ceremony"

I was totally wrong, completely false and thus completely floored. Today the treatment and fanfare we received was far from I could have expected. Though there was no song, no dance (anyway who wants such crap on such gloriously important a day), yet the overwhelmingly warm speech by Princi, (aka "the Principal"), Sheila Ma’am (our English teacher, who knows my true worth), and of course the XIth class and fellow XIIth class students, touched my heart like the touch of a "parasmani", the alchemist's stone. The very heartening thoughts, the exceptional expectations and the heart rendering moments; the last minute photo shoots, the dabang glasses and the wearer’s girlfriends; the roaming about in the corridor for teacher’s errands, oh God! I will miss this school wholeheartedly. Today we lighted the candles of our lives. Our candles were all flickering in the gusty wind, but I would like to quote my favourite madam’s thoughts here: “the flickering candl

The Supposed Farewell

Tomorrow, my school and I will formally bid each other a farewell, a supposed farewell. Its so strange, that the school which never left me alone, traumatised me with endless reams of homework, brought a smile on my face, made me laugh voraciously, made me cry with an equal ease, is now calling me to end this relationship, formally. Sadly there is no fanfare around, no formal farewell, all we will be given is some string of last minute advice for the upcoming board exam, our admit card, rather our exit card from school, and that's it.Nothing more, nothing less, just that much. It feels quite sad that we will not treated well tomorrow. All we will get is advice, advice and advice, nothing else. As if the school is heaving a sigh of relief by bidding us goodbye, as if they are happy and relieved that we are going away from the school. Maybe this batch was a troublesome lot. Maybe we have not given them a single reason to smile, let alone a reason to laugh. Our teachers are perhaps