tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59588450468539443072024-03-13T01:19:46.044-07:00Flashes Of DarknessMy Life. Agony, Ecstasy, Tears, Laughter. Nothing New.Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-1251369345022504972009-09-30T03:49:00.000-07:002009-09-30T03:52:39.953-07:00Paradox.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicKVMah3qa6ZlkvXpwjuL5UjQ5bUKpPXbMUY4cpTaVXzWrCbj_doYSWKh5osckzMkZ5QanJeHPkvqFK7t3q4XIizPzu-qgikUXhIzZbvD3jZnAbKw7rJbYO8kXuRjgSQdAcVVIIyA_2U/s1600-h/paradox-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicKVMah3qa6ZlkvXpwjuL5UjQ5bUKpPXbMUY4cpTaVXzWrCbj_doYSWKh5osckzMkZ5QanJeHPkvqFK7t3q4XIizPzu-qgikUXhIzZbvD3jZnAbKw7rJbYO8kXuRjgSQdAcVVIIyA_2U/s320/paradox-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387211500063770002" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">What are those theories again?</div><div style="text-align: center;">That slow them down to a mellow standstill.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of hopeless dreams, and countless memories</div><div style="text-align: center;">Breathing down upon exhilarating darkness,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Casting light on the wrong shadow </div><div style="text-align: center;">And making sure the cake remains unbaked.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Where has the music disappeared?</div><div style="text-align: center;">The slow rhythmic nonsense that spledoured</div><div style="text-align: center;">With brilliant hues of scarlet and plum</div><div style="text-align: center;">And dancing fairies who can still hear it play!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Neutralising the nausea of ecstasy while paying tribute to agony</div><div style="text-align: center;">We sink again to limitless boundaries.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do we find action in stagnation?</div><div style="text-align: center;">The vivid blur of activity drowned in sharpness</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the telephone rings to engage</div><div style="text-align: center;">And to engage we need a diamond ring</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sparkling, blinding, overbearing emptiness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rekindling the master candle to reprieve light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Where are we now?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hovering on the tips of the deepest sea</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walking along the forbidden path onto a reverie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or are we truly on the road to sublime three-sixty</div><div style="text-align: center;">Breaking apart the hollows of suzerainty</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or the zenith of servitude?</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-34140928226833891542008-12-13T15:01:00.000-08:002008-12-13T15:33:42.526-08:00The End Of An Era<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/dating/holding_hands.jpg" /><br /></div>I declare, that today is the official end of an era as we speak. Two minutes of silence as we mourn over it.<div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div>"What is over is over, look ahead and broaden life as it cometh"</div><div> - Shakespeare</div></blockquote><div></div>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-51072640821994976502008-12-13T12:55:00.000-08:002008-12-13T13:09:34.932-08:00The Atheist Diaries<p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Dear God,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hi. Nice day, isn’t it? Btw, do you exist? If you do, do you know that we exist? If you know that, do you know why people hurt others so much? Why do people kill so much? Do you know that some people kill others for sport? Apparently not. Then, you would do something, right?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Without much further ado, let me get into what I wanted to say. I say that people are finally tired of dying. Yup, I am finally tired of trying to go out into the road afraid that any day I might just be sent to you for no rhyme or reason. After all what is my fault? Is it my fault that I hope to live? Or mine that I believe that you exist? Or still mine that someday that I may love and that I may have children only for them to be sent to you for fun. No sir! That is not happening. Tell you what, I need this from you, in order of preference:</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"></p><ol><li>I need you to send a reply to this mail, a.s.a.p<br /></li><li>I need you to start killing those who kill for sport<br /></li><li>I need you to start taking prayers seriously<br /></li><li>I need you to decide between good and bad<br /></li><li>I need you to finally stop sleeping and do something<br /></li></ol><p></p> <p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When you do these things, I will know that you exist; else I am sorry to say that the world will not be tolerant anymore. Your happy-go-lucky attitude has cost us a lot already, and people are not so tolerant that they will just sit back and watch others die.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nice day, isn’t it? I hope you reply soon. And yes, since you are immortal, I don’t mean soon to be another half a million years.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanking You,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Regards,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mankind</p><p></p>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-25266678785776441072008-10-04T14:45:00.000-07:002008-10-04T15:21:46.064-07:00Cigarette, anyone? Anyone?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqVA8mKoY0U41CsItc1pNYRh7T08xxMyI0H33WI_LNccO3XO62L5JJMhTnlhg9yv8LZenWxhTFiK59PhAR4eWWaRIvCiqulqRNEDWzpQRb9CfyUi1oAkLEZHo_e6CW5KuzAU25WUThU8/s1600-h/burning_cigarette.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqVA8mKoY0U41CsItc1pNYRh7T08xxMyI0H33WI_LNccO3XO62L5JJMhTnlhg9yv8LZenWxhTFiK59PhAR4eWWaRIvCiqulqRNEDWzpQRb9CfyUi1oAkLEZHo_e6CW5KuzAU25WUThU8/s320/burning_cigarette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253425268161780386" /></a><br />October 2nd, 2008; A. Ramadoss, the Indian Health Minister's pet project, the smoking ban in public places comes into effect. Smoking ban? Right. There is a ban against making bombs and blowing up public places too, I am guessing. Do people follow those? Apparently, not. Yet, the Government of India seems more busy to get nuke to the country and ban smokers from smoking in public places. Fat lot of good that is doing to the smokers, even the passive ones. <div><br /></div><div>The passive smokers who really get affected aren't the ones who inhale the smoke once in a blue moon in a restaurant. They are the ones who share a life, a room, lots of time in company of the smoker. Yeah, ban them too. It would be much better if you make social outcasts of smokers and teach them a lesson, anyone speaking to a smoker gets a spot fine of 500 bucks! That ought to do the trick!</div><div><br /></div><div>Matchsticks have been doing nice tricks too in this country, not just to light cigarettes but also to fuse little homemade bombs. It is kind of silly to think that Ramadoss is going for the heads of smokers and the harmful effects on our children, rather than trying to ban the internet. Isn't it strange how suddenly, there is a huge upheaval of terrorist activity? Too many bombs? Yeah, why shouldn't there be, after all, you type 'bomb' in Google and you get around a million pages to tell you how to make a bomb right here at home.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not really against the government on their anti-smoking stand. It is a good thing, no doubt. But it is high time that someone really prioritizes action in these governments. Corruption, poverty and tripled with illiteracy are the country's problems. And of course, did I mention the politicians who make the laws? Them too. Look at Mamata Banerjee for instance. This woman is a member of Parliament, yet she decides to take the future of West Bengal in her own hands and bids 'tata' to Tata (excuse the pun). Very much in contempt of the Calcutta High Court's order, mind you. But instead of her behind bars, we have the State of West Bengal in a state and Mamata claiming that the CM Bhattacharjee and Mr. Tata had a gameplan and they wanted to actually take away the Singur land so that Tata could set up the Nano factory somewhere else. Yes, Ms. Banerjee, we believe you, especially since the gameplan involved the total annhilation of the people who had the Nano factory as their sole income source, a waste of crores of rupees making the factory and to top it all, future prospective industrialists running away from the State! What a masterful gameplan, both Tata and Bhattacharjee would gain so much!</div><div><br /></div><div>Things need to change, and I am not talking about the smoking ban. We need a change from the core, we need a stable government, we need to eradicate silly regional politics and concentrate on a bi-party system. Else corruption, and with it poverty and illiteracy will never cease to haunt India. Oh yeah, and did I mention that the judiciary need some teeth to tackle non-compliance of their orders? This country needs a better breed of politicians, but how will we give it to her? Not without proper constitutional reform. No wonder we are getting bombed! People aren't happy, they want change. It is not Hindu vs. Muslim anymore, it has become India vs. Government of India. With this, India's smoking problems seem to be the least of her worries, eh Mr. Ramadoss? Cigarette, anyone?</div>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-41609748959524579312008-08-10T23:20:00.000-07:002008-08-10T23:50:42.624-07:00These Walls...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">This is so hard for me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To find the words to say</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My thoughts are standing still</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Captive inside of me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All emotions start to hide</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And nothing's getting through</span></blockquote><br /><br />This is never really hard for me. Words can come and go, emotions can fly, but the walls will remain. Facade after facade after facade has made me lose what is really me, I still don't know who it is. The words I say, the emotions I feel, the thoughts I think, are they what I really say, feel and think? Or are they the outer layer's doing? Confusion can often lead to loss of identity.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Watch me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fading</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm losing</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All my instincts</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Falling into darkness</span></blockquote><br /><br />The fading and the losing and the darkness. Failure of what really is mine can never be seen as someone else's fault. Instincts tend to take centre stage when man is in control of himself. Instincts bear through all kinds of feelings, but when the walls inconsistent with such feelings are up, instincts tend to fail me. They take forever to respond, to react! The grass might be greener on the other side, but on my side the grass is always dead to pitch on my instints, my nerves.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Tear down these walls for me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stop me from going under</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You are the only one who knows</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm holding back</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">It's not too late for me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To keep from sinking further</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm trying to find my way out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tear down these walls for me now</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></blockquote><br /><br />The Walls are up. They surround me and I am trapped inside. There is no way out except out itself. You must tear these walls down. You must free me. You are the only one who knows that the walls are up. Break the walls down or else I will lose myself, I will lose my originality. There is still time for me...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Afternote: This isn't a poem. I would like to thank Dream Theater for writing such a wonderful song of the same name as the title of this post. Go listen to it. Meanwhile don't bother about my take of the song, it's just my take on the song.</span><br /></div>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-17642049610773725992008-04-27T23:36:00.000-07:002008-04-27T23:39:30.243-07:00Story of A Clown<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Today is the day I have planned to narrate the story of a clown. Clowns are very lovable people to say the least. They make us laugh, so much so that we almost cry with laughter when off to a circus. So, today’s story will be about a clown. Let us assume that his name was Gogo, a name which is not his true identity, which is being hidden by the author for his and the clown’s own good.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""></span>Gogo used to work in a circus far far away from his hometown. Everyday he would come out and entertain the people of that city. He was very famous for being the clown that he was. People used to say, “Look at that clown, he is so dorky and strange! He is so weird, God, I wonder where they make such people?” His life of entertainment went on very smoothly, yet no one really saw what was hidden beneath that painted smile with varnish, and that red nose which little kids used to love to press. No one saw past his silly gimmicks, and no one really questioned them. After all, why should they? It did not concern them in any way.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""></span>Our friend Gogo was an emotional little clown. His heart yearned to go back home and spend time with his mother; after all, he was just twenty years of age. He yearned to make friends, to have a sweetheart, to feel loved. He yearned of a lot of things which he did not get. Sometimes, he smoked twenty cigarettes in a day. It was not as if he liked it, he needed it to keep his mind of the dull pain beating away with every heartbeat. Yet, he was the ‘happiest’ clown to the audience. He was the one who could make just about anyone laugh.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""></span>Some nights before sleeping, he used to look up at the ceiling of his ill-furnished room and tears flowed down his eyes. He himself did know why they came, yet he used to cry soundlessly, looking up at the ceiling, making sure that none of the other clowns could hear. His silent tears reflected insecurity, angst, pain, hate, jealousy – insecure about his future, whether going through all this would actually lead him to more despair or light is there somewhere at the end of the tunnel; angst at his bad luck, which was the only thing that never left him; pain where it hurt the most, for not being loved, for being a clown to everyone and nothing more; hate for the society which failed to recognize his true inner self, hate at himself for expecting anything from society; and jealous of all those people who get the company of they the people they love, of the people he loves.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""></span>Sadly, our clown never hoped. Hope was something our clown did not believe in and it kept him going. He never hoped to be loved, he never hoped to be back home someday, he never hoped about a better future. This myriad mixture of feelings created a balloon in side, growing everyday, waiting to burst unexpectedly, create clown sheek kebab. After all, one less clown in the world would not make a difference to anyone…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">After Note:</span> This story does come with a moral. But the author is not a preacher; hence he would like his readers to find their own moral in this story. It would not be difficult to find more than one moral in this story or none.<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style=""></span> This story is about no one in particular, but sometimes is for everyone in general.</span></span></p>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-56721098292611778902008-03-25T01:06:00.000-07:002008-03-25T01:09:23.849-07:00Mood Swings<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">There was a time when I used to bother. A time when there used to be some idiosyncratic direction to what I was doing. Right now, there is no such direction, no such movement, no such definitive meaning to what is happening to my life. Helplessness grips the edge of reason, and throws all rational thought over such an edge. Right now, life just is.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I looked out the window before starting off on this, and the only thing I noticed were the dead leaves in spring, the shadows cast by the brilliant sunlight and the clouds covering the Sun in sporadic intervals. It all is very inane, very disquieting, very disharmonic , the way one sets anger lines over one’s life. Yes, I am irate, hurt, pained, angry, livid and fed up with the turns in life. It’s all very well to say that I am in a bad mood, but it is all the more difficult to say, why? Why this constant erratic changes in disposition, this absurd conduct, this coarse behaviour?</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The best or the worst part of all this is that I really don’t know why. Yet it weighs me down like nothing else does. It rips a part of my heart and soul wide open and says, “You will be poignant, you will be miserable, you will be despondent!” Most of it is attributed to the fact that I do not believe in the feeling of hope.<span style=""> </span>Many will argue that hoping is being optimistic, yet hope also brings us down to our knees in anticipation and when all expectation is broken, hope kills us by battering at the very feeling that keeps us rapt in attention.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It is a very thorny state of affairs. One where there will be little solution, yet more questions. So right now I shall satisfy myself by having an ice-cream. Ice-creams are the answer to most of these normative enquiries. Chocolate Chips, if you please!</span></p>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-34723730896350598772007-11-20T07:32:00.000-08:002007-11-20T09:31:54.051-08:00My December<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, it is that time of the year again. Though, technically speaking it is not December yet, it still comes close to the way I feel so close to the end. The end of the year. Somehow, I hate winter. I hate December, yet it is my time of the year. ‘Coz we all hope for new beginnings, and hope that in many ways the New Year brings a new lease in life. December, is a feeling I cannot fathom. Yes, to me December is a feeling, it is a way I feel, it is a part of me. I don’t know why I am writing this or if anyone can relate to what I say, but I want to rant on today.<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">This is my December<br />This is my time of the year</blockquote><br />Have you ever felt that you want to snap away from all emotion? Have you ever felt invulnerable? I have felt both. I feel both are interrelated. If one can manage to curb and curtail, even control, one’s emotions, one has achieved a sort of mental stability. A cocoon made of steel, which cannot be breached by any negative emotions. So, that is what I did. I locked myself up in a cocoon where nothing reaches you. Anger, pain, hurt, and even despair cannot breach. Why the need for invulnerability? Imagine a state of semi-nirvana where you are affected by nothing happening around you. Not even by yourself. That has always come wanting. I could never see chinks in my armory. I was satisfied. Yet, there was always one major flaw. My December.<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">This is my December<br />This is all so clear</blockquote><br />December, a month or a feeling where hope melts away and gives despair. Though, not that I believe in hope, I think hope is the worst feeling man can think of. It is parasitic in nature, eating away at all things that you value in life, clinging on to one single nonsensical thought. That is what hope is: a good bad feeling. Yet, I am not God. I cannot stop hoping, because hope is basic to all human beings. But this is my December, this is the feeling that takes away hope and blows a hole in that cocoon. I hate December. I love December.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my December</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my snow-covered home</span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />This is me, here and now. This is who I want to be. There are many things that are difficult to understand, and probably I will not understand what I have written tomorrow. I want to stay in December all my life. Never again do I want to breathe in the fresh air of January, because it is only December that breaks hope. It is the feeling of melting ice in January that makes you warm. Gives new hope…eats despair. Same way, my December has made me lock in all emotion in this cocoon of mine, rather than lock it all out. I suffocate on it. Especially when I can't feel any new emotion thanks to invulnerability. I want December. ‘Coz it is my time of the year. It will never pass.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my December</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is me alone</span></blockquote></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-10778632788940930472007-10-04T21:08:00.000-07:002007-10-04T21:11:24.988-07:00The Golden RiverThis poem is about a river. It was a pictographic essay competition in college and I wrote this. By God's grace it won, see how you like it an please do comment. I'll try and post the picture too....<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">As the tips of gold ripple by,<br />Reflecting the orb of the sky<br />We glorify our golden past,<br />Hollow light their shadows cast<br />Rhythm of sorrow, guilt and pain,<br />Come let’s visit them again<br />As the river of life so dawns,<br />We are reminded of all the wrongs<br />Yet the golden hue does blind,<br />Life my friend is one of a kind!<br /><br />The calm of water, oh so pure,<br />All the pain they wash to cure<br />They rinse, they run, for everyone<br />They clean, they cleanse, they shun no one<br />Yet some scars still do remain,<br />Some grief that leave a permanent stain<br />Yet the light which shines is always gold,<br />Reminding you of times of old<br />The river leaves you far behind,<br />Life, my friend is one of a kind!<br /><br />If benefit is what you seek,<br />You are the river, don’t be meek<br />The washermen on your humble shore,<br />Take from you what you have in store<br />To give and take, we were born,<br />Not to hate and never to scorn<br />Hence light plays upon your breast,<br />Lays the golden egg in your nest<br />‘Coz help is what you have in mind,<br />And life my friend is one of a kind!<br /><br />As the mighty river flows on and on,<br />He meets his kind with time begone<br />He loves, he hates, he converges,<br />Within his heart, emotion surges<br />He thrashes, he floods, he shows anger,<br />He cries, he mellows, he may blunder<br />Yet dawn always brings golden light,<br />Carving out ones inner fight<br />With this river we shall all bind,<br />‘Coz life my friend is of this kind!<br /></blockquote></span>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-26166294421942502902007-06-26T11:13:00.000-07:002007-06-26T11:18:24.221-07:00Kolkata - My City Of DreamsDunno why I stick to this title, but I kinda found a poem which brings back nostalgic memories. This was my first poem in class 7. Since I am leaving the city finally for a long period of time, I think it's apt to post this today. Don't laugh if its too kiddish.<br /><br /><blockquote>As dawn breaks its hazy light,<br />Illuminates the city from the night,<br />We take a walk into memory lane,<br />To ruminate on this city again.<br />Kolkata The City of Joy!<br />There are so many things to say, Oh Boy!<br />The rossogollas and mishtis galore<br />Makes your mouth water more and more<br />The phuchka and aloo fries,<br />Amid all the nostalgic sighs.<br />The trams and the metro rail,<br />Makes your destination, without fail!<br />To the Victoria Memorial or the High Court<br />Definitely as famous as the Red Fort.<br />Kolkata - My City Of Dreams<br />Life is incomplete without you, it seems.<br /><br /><br />But there are sides of the city,<br />That lowers its dignity.<br />Like the air we breathe, never so pure<br />The water we drink, polluted I am sure!<br />It is up to us, the residents of town,<br />To make things better, without a frown.<br />The homelessness of the people, so many<br />Whose life has no sunshine, O so rainy!<br />The children playing on the streets with glee<br />Sends out a message, a silent plea.<br />It is up to us, again I say,<br />Turning things around, in our own little way.<br />So join hands all you people out there,<br />To make this city, beautiful and fair.<br />Kolkata - My City of Joy<br />With your future we cannot toy.</blockquote>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-62007678191902617962007-06-22T13:46:00.000-07:002007-06-22T14:15:18.089-07:00Act Of God<em>"Hey!"<br /><br />"Hello..."<br /><br />"How was your day? Mine was bad. Ma was crying today."<br /><br />"Don't worry, it's ok, it will be alright! I am God, I will help you."<br /><br />"You are God? Really, you're MAD! And you are a pompous assole..."<br /><br />"...and I am God...."<br /><br />"Oh no, you are high, aren't you?"</em><br /><br />Yes, yes he was high. As usual, his sense of vision was blurred, the marijuana hits the bloodstream fast. Makes you see things that you never get to see. Makes you wanna touch the sky when you are way down there on the ground anyway. He writhed on his bed, like a snake, talking gibberish.<br /><br /><em>"So Mr. God, I am going away, what do you have to say about that?"<br /><br />"God will help you stay here. He will give you the wings to come back to him over and over again. Ask God and he will give you anything he wants."<br /><br />"What the hell? What are you talking about? Here I am trying get it into your head that I am going away in three days and you go on talking crap! Really!"<br /><br />"Don't worry, I am God. I will help you"<br /><br />"Ya, ya, I am going to sleep."<br /><br />"Ya, am sure God loves you."<br /><br />"Really? You love me?"<br /><br />"Ya. God loves everybody."<br /><br />"UFFFF. I am hanging up."<br /><br />"You dare hang up on God?"</em><br /><br />The engaged tone said that she did dare hang up on God.Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-33418665599040702612007-06-19T04:28:00.000-07:002007-06-19T04:37:52.636-07:00I won't be blogging...I have been going through a few of the blogs perched on the left of this page and I decided, "What the hell am I doing here?" "I don't belong here!" The sheer amount of intellectual and thoughtful writing that goes along far outweighs the sad mush and depressives I have been trying to dish out. That is why I have decided, this ain't for me. There are so many other bloggers who post better than me, more frequently than me and definitely write more sense than me. What is the point of it all? Who would read my absolutely irrelevant blog anyway? Duh! I highly apologise to any person who have had the sad sense of anticipating my works. Sorry people, accept it, you have bad taste!<br /><br />Furthermore, if you really wanna read good writings, visit all the blogs on the left of the screen. All of them are worth a read, especially Brinda's, Rajarshi's, Bedatri's and Darshana's.<br /><br />Cheerio.Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-69649520825492531322007-05-17T00:20:00.000-07:002007-05-17T01:05:22.397-07:00Sexy Post!We all have seen it, we all know it, but somehow we all fail to recognise it. Take for example; every time we smile looking at the silly puppet on television warning us of AIDS awareness, Bula<span style="font-style:italic;">di</span>. The snorts of derision, the looks of affability, every time someone asks us to play Ludo with them. Yes, my friends I am talking about sexual intercourse. Hold your looks of incredulity, because this is just the beginning.<br /><br />Sex is the main purpose of a human being, rather for any organism. Whatever we do, we do for sex, directly or indirectly. Love, hate, relationship, etc. are all absolute bull crap. It is sex which is the all-important, all-consuming factor of a living being’s life. Take for example, love; when you love someone you invariably want to have sex with that person sooner or later. When you hate someone, you definitely don’t want to have sex with that person. When you like someone of the opposite sex, you are interested to have sex with that person, but not to the extent of love. When you like someone of the same sex, you are hoping that that person will introduce you to a person of the opposite sex who might have sexual intercourse with you. The only exception to sex as a universal property is parental relationship with their children. But the fact remains, that again parent and children relationships are a product of (you guessed it) sex.<br /><br />Now, why is sex universal? How is sex universal? Take this example; something far-flung from sex: why do we eat? We eat so that we remain healthy and survive. And why would we want to survive? So that we can continue the human species, or else we will go extinct like the dodo. And how would we prevent the human species from taking after the dodo? By having children; and how do we have children? At this point I don’t even have to answer that.<br /><br />Another example: Why do we study? Well, simple. We study so that we can earn. What happens when we earn? The opposite sex takes notice, and when they take notice they invariably want to have sex with us, because money is the universal language of sex (looks are secondary; anyone will tell you that!). Don’t get me wrong, I am not suggesting that the human race is a race of prostitutes running after sex for money. It’s just that (like any female will tell you) everyone needs a secure future, and the only way that will happen is by having a huge bank balance, or by having a spouse who has a huge bank balance. And why do we need a secure future? So that we can secure the future of our future generations; and how do we end up with a future generation? More and MORE SEX!<br /><br />So you see folks, sex is universal. You just can’t say “Ok, this guy is off his rocker. I won’t have sex.” I mean DUH! How silly, if you don’t want to have sex, join the Vatican. They sure have lots of space for people like you. They might even make you the Pope someday.<br /><br />PS: If you’re a relative; <span style="font-weight:bold;">I didn’t write this! Honest!</span><br />PPS: If you’re my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, wife, ex-wife; <span style="font-weight:bold;">I know what you’re thinking, you should have thought of that EARLIER.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This post was conceived by Soumya Mukherjee (The Unrajat) and executed by the author. It is purely a figment of the author’s imagination. Anything that resembles, or seems to resemble any real person, place or belief is purely coincidental. Though, the author would not mind sex sometime or the other, most of the post is for amusement of the reader only. Do not institute legal suit against the author and/or Soumya since they did not wish to cause damage to you or your sentiments.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-20934912294057248742007-05-10T07:55:00.000-07:002007-05-10T09:48:03.886-07:00MoonchildHe yawned. It was two in the morning. And, why not? He has been awake for hours and hours on his computer, without much success. Editing a school paper is tough work. All the boring articles, all the really boring essays, all the ultra-boring banter. Ho-Hum! And the spelling mistakes! Atrocious, to say the very least. He yawned again. No more of boredom. He got up stretched and went downstairs. Caffeine made no difference anymore. He still felt sleepy. A quick trip to the wash-basin helped, but not much.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"...and what else is new? Do you need anything?"<br /><br />"Not, that I know of. Yes you can help me with the editing. Make me a crossword. Or, make it two!"<br /><br />"Why should I, duh! Your school paper."<br /><br />"Please, please! I am knee deep in trouble here!"<br /><br />"All right, kore debo ja!"</span><br /><br />...the voices kept going round and round in his head. What the hell, was he going mad? Can't he even have a sane conversation with people, without it going round and round in his head? Damn, more coffee.<br /><br />Ah, that felt better. Back to work, but before that a litle trip to the terrace would feel better. Once in the terrace, he looked up. A twinkling little thing made its presence felt by shooting across the amazingly starry sky...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">".....do you wish upon stars?"<br /><br />"Naah, not much, don't notice them! Keno?"<br /><br />"Na, wish upon them na?"<br /><br />"Ha ha ha, are you ordering me? Chol ekshathe kori."<br /><br />"Fine...."<br /><br />"What did you wish?"<br /><br />"I won't tell you, duh, it's not meant to be told to anyone"<br /><br />"Amay bolbi na?"<br /><br />"Na."</span><br /><br />.....he shook his head vigorously. Too much coffee, he needed sleep. So he turned in.<br /><br />Next Morning. A news headline caught everyone in his street in shock:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kolkata, 18th December, 2006;</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">A teen jumped off the third floor of his house today. The police think he committed suicide at around 2.30 am in the morning. A hysterical mother said the boy complained of voices in his head since the morning. Doctors suggest a mental disorder. Further investigations reveal a bizarre suicide note on the boy's laptop where he was working last. An empty coffee mug was found on the terrace where he is presumed to have jumped off from. The boy was....</span>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-29872903162289421082007-05-02T09:49:00.001-07:002007-05-02T09:49:46.732-07:00Promises<span style="font-style:italic;">..."am calling you tonight, take my call."<br /><br />"I can't. You know I have problems, will call you at 4, normal time"</span><br /><br />The muffled vibrations woke me up. Bleary eyed I felt around for the digital bedside clock I got from my great grand-mother on my 12th birthday. It was still dark outside, the clock said it was 3.56 am. It could be only one person at this hour, "Hey, Morning!"<br /><br />It was almost 4. My head hurt. Was it because of all the smoke in my brain, or the 4 shots of vodka the night before? Who cares? <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"So what are you doing?"<br /><br />"Nothing. Was sleeping. My head hurts."<br /><br />"Didn't you get any sleep?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"Why?"<br /><br />"Vodka yaar! There was a party."<br /><br />"You took alcohol again?"<br /><br />"Yes. What's the harm?"<br /><br />"Did you smoke?"<br /><br />"Ummm... not exactly, I mean, one puff..."<br /><br />"So you smoked? You promised me that you would never touch a cigarette, and you smoked?"<br /><br />"Promises? Blaah! They don't mean a thing to me. C'mon ya, just one puff...."</span><br /><br />....the emptiness was defeaning. The busy line indicated that she had hung up. I lit a cigarette and sat down. I knew she would call back. This time, she never did.Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-24670928724405983742007-05-02T09:45:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:47:37.771-07:00You're So Very Special...It’s very tricky to completely write about what I want to pen down today. For once, I am not being my egotistical self ‘coz this post is not for me. It is for two people who have been my support and inspiration for a long time. But I am not here to talk about that.<br /><br />On 10th – 11th April, 2006 something happened which is entirely a mystery to us all. Heck, some people are already scratching their heads trying to look up the holiday list. No, it isn’t a holiday; it’s not even a birthday worth remembering. But, for two people it was the day they decided that they will commit to each other, uncaring about the hardships the future might hold. I, myself found out later, of course, the precise date(s) of the mystery day, but nonetheless I was ecstatic. I did not know one person save for common friend accounts and of course the boy was my best friend, guide and rock.<br /><br />From day one, both Saikat and Tuna had to endure a lot of denigration, a lot of flak and definitely a lot of rod from their respective parents. There were tears, there was anger, and there were people who openly criticised their decisions. Sadly for the cynics, there was love too. A love which I will not understand, you my reader will certainly not understand ‘coz love is such a planet which remains the same yet is discovered differently by any two people who chance to visit it. Every time I decide to write down on abstract themes, such as this, I try very hard not to relate to personal experiences because these are not MY experiences, they are viewed through the myriad vision of a complete 3rd person.<br /><br />They balance each other in every way. There is a saying that ‘opposites attract’. I never believed the adage until I saw it with my own eyes. Saikat and Tuna are as different from each other as ice and fire. Saikat is the cool, calm and collected in the face of adversity, while Tuna is fiery in every word, blatant to the core and not afraid to lash out at any of her detractors. Saikat prefers to eat loads, Tuna prefers to leave food alone. Saikat has a very reserved demeanour, Tuna is a more open person. They are like a jigsaw puzzle, each and every groove needs an extension to give the perfect picture. Few can come that close to perfection.<br /><br />Without talking too much about the rapport they share (frankly, I am in no position to talk about what they share!), I will cut to the chase. On this 2nd day of April (I was FORCED to write this a good 8 days before the actual anniversary, I thought I could delay it, but CERTAIN people are a bit TOO impatient!), I would like to wish you Saikat Ghosh and you, Tuna Dasgupta, all the happiness life has to offer. It has been a year, and a long one at that, since you decided on commitment and it has changed both your lives significantly. It is not always that one sees two people share this near ideal blend of understanding, trust, friendship and love. You are very fortunate, and both of you are my inspiration in trying to maintain this kind of relationship in my life. More than me learning from my mistakes I have learnt from your attainment. God bless you both!<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">You float like a feather<br />In this beautiful world<br />I wish I was special<br />You're so fucking special…</span></blockquote>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-16745045463688824792007-05-02T09:35:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:43:00.199-07:00Changing The Way I CryMy Last Poem. I call it "Changing The Way I Cry". I completed it on 28th December 2006. Due to complications, I did not post it then, but now it does not matter anymore.<br /><br /><blockquote>Walking beneath the Tree of Sanctuary<br />Looking back at the times we all made merry<br />Times of laughter times of Joy<br />Times: you and I both, came to enjoy<br />Times of pain and times of strife<br />Times we were forced to call this 'life'<br />Happiness torn away with lies black and white<br />Is it only me, where the demons within me fight?<br />I don't know why,<br />Or am I just changing the way I cry? <br /><br />The leaves of heaven fall all around me<br />Teary faces we will never again see,<br />Anger, pain, lust, love and desire<br />Can you take me evermore higher?<br />The higher we go, the more blood they spill<br />The crimson tides, is it me you want to kill?<br />Stabbed happiness, hollow laughter,<br />Undead eyes, so is it me you're after?<br />I do know, why,<br />Because I am changing the way I cry.<br /><br />Meeting men with stories untold<br />Weathered smiles, with memories of old<br />Iris of anger, this rage knew no bounds,<br />Pieces of my soul fed to the damned hell-hounds<br />Burning skin, tortured flesh, we boast no gains<br />Pierced soul, crucified heart; all of it pains...<br />Dreams shattered, promises broken, wishes untrue<br />We just lost it all, all thanks to me and you<br />I don't want to die.<br />'Coz it's the same as changing the way I cry.</blockquote>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-75871007787304093832007-05-02T09:23:00.000-07:002008-01-14T01:41:24.268-08:00My World...Not More, Not Less<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, like I promised I will accurately try and thank all the people who deserve to be thanked. If I leave out someone, please don't hesitate to comment, because I am writing this in the spur of the moment. And another new year resolution: I will MAKE IT A POINT to maintain my blog. Too many people have come to me to tell me to do so! (PS. The names are in no particular order except the first two. I randomly wrote them as I remembered them)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mame (Ma) - Yes, I know I know, I should never thank her (how can I think of thanking her??). But yes ma, I love you! We have had our fights, and I have outright disobeyed you and I know your internet skills are too primitive to read this before 2020 AD, but still I would like to say, you are my life! You gave me life, and I will never pretend that I love you no matter what! And PLEASE, stop believing those astrologers FOR ONCE!! They speak crap most of the time!!<br /><br />Babe (Dad) - Yes Father, it is but NATURAL that I should thank you next. I know I have often hurt you, but I won't pretend that I don't understand the sacrifices you make to make sure my future is bright! Staying in an unknown country for 3 years, alone without family, friends, it is almost inhuman! But yes, dad, I love you like mad too! And I miss you every night, everyday. Come back soon!<br /><br />Debayan (aka Modon) - What the hell do I say about you? One of my first school friends and one of my greatest friends EVER, this guy is often under-estimated to be a fool and ununderstanding. But he understands everything inside me even before I say it. Probably the only one of that kind. It doesn't take a fool to do that. We have had our share of fights, angry outbursts and every other negative thing in the past, but you would expect that in fourteen years of friendship. The only one who knows me INSIDE OUT. There are many things in my past who recent friends don't know, but Debs and Soumya don't count in them. Don't you ever think you are not important in my life, because you are wrong. You are as important as oxygen itself. And yes as for his wife (aka my seester) Sayani Mukherjee, well she needs to be mentioned along with his name 'coz they have been inseparable for 4 years. Sayani you're too sweet, thanks for fighting with me all the time with hopeless issues. Love both of you.<br /><br />Lolo - And you were expecting Santa Claus next I suppose??? Let's just pass for now...<br /><br />Namrata (Basu) - The all-in-one. Best friend, shoulder to cry, worst critic, etc. etc. etc. Yes, there have been times when one fights and one cries and one pouts and one feels sad. These are the times when the light-bearers bring light to your life. Nam has been such a light-bearer. She has always made me feel like I am some mature idiot, in truth I am like anyone else, who needs a pillar of strength supporting me, Nam has been my pillar when times look down. You know why I feel so strong? Because I have had so many pillars supporting my life. I am always there for you when you don't need me, but more so when you need me desperately.<br /><br />Saikat - He is my brother. The shoulder to cry on. The robotic shoulder. The only person who has unbiasedly shown me reason and the right path. The only one who knows how I feel even before I utter it. And sometimes all that scares me, parting, end of school, etc. etc. Yes, Saikat you have been my rock. One of my biggest rocks and I can't write enough to thank you. Don't worry I will never ever keep anything from you again, lesson learnt!<br /><br />Faraz (aka Fuzz) - Another brother. Another rock. Another pillar of support, but no he has never showed me logic or reason, but he has been blind in support of me. No matter if I am right or wrong, Fuzz has guided me in that direction and always been there to make sure that I succeed, no matter what! Faraz, my brother, without you beside me enduring all that I have would have been a Herculean effort. Thank you, I know I am demeaning our friendship by saying thank you, but there is no time like now to say it! Needless to say that I will always be there when you need me.<br /><br />Shiladitya - Yes, I know this is getting too long, but I want EVERYONE here to read this. Shilu, my littlest, bestest, cutest buddy. This is guy is an out and out supporter of whatever I do, and don't let what he tells you fool you. 'Coz whatever happens, I will get to know anyway, so DON'T BITCH ABT ME TO THESE people. It's not right for me to know about the bitchings. Shila has been a great friend ever since we 'fought' in class 10 (or I pulverised him in class 10). We have shared life's great sorrows, miseries, happinesses, flunky chemistry marks, and what not in these last four odd years. I can never thank you enough.<br /><br />Soumya - My red-blooded friend has been a constant source of support and happiness mixed with mutual sorrow and tears in the last 12 years. Even before that we were great friends and always gave each other the mutual respect we deserve. Perhaps the only one who has paid heed to my advice sincerely and dedicatedly, because when he has not, life has not been kind on him. Impulsive to the bone, me loves you brother! Brother, no no no, you're my BABY!!!<br /><br />Ranamit (one half of Ronojoy) - Yes, my keora buddy, you are one of the people who make my brain tick more than anyone else with your cryptic talks and your even more cryptic catchphrases. But it all makes sense once you open up the mind. Rono is a great source of inspiration, I know it has been jus 2 years, but he is often under-estimated. He is not the shoulder to cry on type of friend, gets uncomfortable with emotional talks so he makes me laugh with his stupid phrases. I like that. You have saved my hide on a number of occasions, often putting your own reputation at stake. I am greatly indebted to you, monetarily and mentally!<br /><br />Anindita - What do I say about the girl who has been one of my closest friends for soooo long. Yes, she is the 1st girl (other than cousins, relatives, etc.) who I ever spoke to and she has trusted me beyond herself. That is something I can say for very few people. Thank you, Andi, for being such a part of my life and seeing me through my worse phases and now seeing through my best. God knows why we fight so much? God knows why we end up in a soup everytime we fight, but yes, I am so much in need of support in my life that I quite enjoy the making up after the fights. Thank you for being there, thank you for being soooo stubborn, thank you for making life so much more bearable.<br /><br />Sabyasachi - Never thought you would make it to this list would you? But you have. This guy just PROVES the meaning of really fast friends. We are kinda family friends too, but right now he is the one who gets to hear most of my cribbings and shoutings and ramblings and sometimes some very useful advice. I dunno why we are such close friends now, maybe from his side its coz he still needs my help on something, but dude, I am sure, friendship is not based on the QUANTITY of time spent but on the QUALITY of time spent with each other. This guy is always ready to give me a treat, and I promise you a big treat soon.<br /><br />Souvik - hah! Mr. Boyish Charm can't beat the man you are inside. We have grown really close over the last 2 years, though you ALWAYS seem to call when I am eating or studying and it ends up as a silly missed call. But yes, he is ALSO someone I can go and speak to anytime and he will always be there to soothe the nerve while playing the guitar. Thanks man.<br /><br />Bharat - Another underestimated friend. He is a good guy at heart. His advice makes sense; trust me on this. He is greatly affected in his own personal life and I am really grateful that you told me about most of it. I am sure our friendship will blossom in the near future, and we will have great times to share once we leave St. James' into the outer world, making waves in our own fields. Don't worry about what other people say as long as you know you are right from within.<br /><br />Ankit - Yes, we have had our differences, but trust this guy to turn up with the goods when it comes to proper advice. Ankit is my oldest friend, some one who I know is always there when I need a friend and all else fails. I thank you for whatever you have done for me for the past 18 years. Its a lot of 'thank yous', but all of it is worth it because friendship goes deep to the bone, no matter what misunderstanding or differences occur.<br /><br />Tuna - She is like the sister I never had. Sister-in-law, correction, since I just proclaimed Saikat as my brother. But seriously, here is one female I am truly scared of. She seems proud of the fact that she scares the Grizzly. Well I thank you for all the advice and all the stuff you have said over the past. Makes a lot of sense at this stage of my life. You people have actually changed my life completely. A complete about turn and that truly marks our friendship. Its been a year or thereabouts, since I know you. But yet, I feel that you have given me more advice in that year than anyone else!<br /><br />Simantini - Ahh, I didn't write your name when I first set out to write this exhaustive list. Ah but just a few days down the line, a Namrata's party day, a Spidey movie later and numerous phone and online conversations later, I have to admit, Lolo's right. You ARE special. Just a bit fucked in the head, but special nonetheless.<br /><br />Mia - OFFF COURSEEEE!! Yeah she has been a thorough darling when it comes to making me feel good and happy. Our association has been really short, but she has been one of my great supports through the toughest times of my life. I know by now it seems a cliche that all the people I have mentioned here, I call my 'support', but there is nothing else I can really express myself with. 'Coz each and every one of them have been wonderful when it comes to being there for me. I guess, in life, you succeed only because of the friends you make. Mia, you to are leaving us here, but don't fucking think we are forgetting you, 'coz I at least won't and I know two other gentlemen who won't either.<br /><br />Sneha - Yes, thank you for calling me during ISC, thank you for reminding me that "Yes, keeping in touch is as important as staying friends". Thank you for calling me "Gwijjlieee Bear", for saying, "I dunno, why I was scared of you!". Thanks for the 8B walks, the constant reminders that I am gaining weight. Thanks for laughing at my silly jokes. And then calling me the "King of PJs". Yeah I am proud of that! Do I need say more? Li'l mousey!<br /><br />Tani - Yes, I need thank you the most. For not screwing me up when I deserved it. For saying that you forgive me, but still punish me. For believing that whatever we shared is a lie. For making me feel terrible for months on end. For playing a part in changing me into what I have become today. Yes, I loved the way you used to shout at me at night for not calling, for falling asleep, for turning up half an hour late. Yup, I miss those days. And I miss you, but sadly enough one cannot have everything in life. God bless you gal!<br /><br />Rhea - Yeah, surprised? Yes I wanna thank you last, and not least; for doing everything you did and more. I have changed for the better, into a much better version of Rijoy Bhaumik, and I really have to thank you for most of that change. Yes, you have wronged, but it is also true that I see light at last. Guess, whatever happens, happens for the best. But never worry, I am always there for you maybe not in the way I promised, but anything you need, any help and I am there. And no this ain't "sarci"!<br /><br />This song, is dedicated to all my friends, aforementioned and not mentioned (and I sincerely apologise for missing anyone out!) :</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hello my friend, we meet again<br />It's been awhile, where should we begin?<br />Feels like forever<br />Within my heart are memories<br />Of perfect love that you gave to me<br />Oh, I remember<br /><br />When you are with me, I'm free<br />I'm careless, I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />This brings tears to my eyes<br />My sacrifice<br /><br />We've seen our share of ups and downs<br />Oh how quickly life can turn around<br />In an instant<br />It feels so good to reunite<br />Within yourself and within your mind<br />Let's find peace there<br /><br />When you are with me, I'm free<br />I'm careless, I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />This brings tears to my eyes<br />My sacrifice<br /><br />I just want to say hello again<br />I just want to say hello again<br /><br />When you are with me I'm free<br />I'm careless, I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />This brings tears to my eyes<br />Cause when you are with me I am free<br />I'm careless, I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />This brings tears to my eyes<br />My sacrifice, My sacrifice<br /><br />I just want to say hello again<br />I just want to say hello again<br /><br />My sacrifice.</span></blockquote>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-78765098206353737322007-05-02T09:19:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:20:52.559-07:00Not My Kind Of GirlSomehow the lines I that follow this are so apt that I could not help but to make the entry in my blog. <br /><br /><blockquote>When I see you crying<br />And I know you're crying to get back with me<br />And I see you're trying<br />And I know you're trying to get back at me<br /><br />I ain't got the time<br />I've made up my mind<br />You're just not my kind of girl <br /><br />I can see you're lying<br />And you know its really plain for me to see<br />Its still me you're eyeing.<br />Can't you see that you and I will never be <br /><br />I ain't got the time<br />I've made up my mind<br />You're just not my kind of girl <br /><br />I don't wanna be<br />Right by your side<br />When I'm with you<br />I'm not alright<br />And I don't, and I don't want you here with me<br />I can't help the way I feel<br />And I don't, and I don't want you by my side<br />If you're here with me I won't feel alright <br /><br />When I see you crying<br />And I know you're crying to get back with me<br />And I see you're trying<br />And I know you're trying to get back at me <br /><br />I ain't got the time<br />I've made up my mind<br />You're just not my kind of girl.</blockquote><br /><br />Yes I don't need this anymore. I am happy again.Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-19380867744614158742007-05-02T09:08:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:09:22.615-07:00Betrayal...What do you do when the one you love and trust the most betrays you??? What do you do when she leaves you high and dry for another guy and that too when she is smiling and saying "I love you" and "I care for you" and "I am trying to make our thing work again"??? What?? What?? What??<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">You killed me...<br />But I still want you...<br />I want you...<br />Or death...<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-66573719820100158662007-05-02T09:06:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:07:40.369-07:00Cliche: Life Sucks.<span style="font-style:italic;">Sitting down to write is never easy.... never easy. but still trying to write and then forgetting wat to do with it is worse so therefore i shall not try. my life lately has not been great. <br />Highly testing times, with ppl walking in and walking out of my life every other day... do i look like a door to them that u can just pull me open and walk in and walk out after ur done?? or am i as important as a loo, that wen in need therez no1 else but me to use and wen not, i am spited.....<br />The only constant being in my life for the past year or so is also in trouble. She is going thru a bad phase and i cant seem to do nething abt it. i wish i cud do some more... i wish the myriad shapes in my head would not throb so much, pushing me in the wrong direction... i wish my temper would not erupt like a pregnant volcano... i wish...<br />life has been turned upside down in school as well, itz best not to elaborate. why?? why did i have to do it?? perhaps itz wat u call 'a rush of blood to the head', but i cudv gone without it. i wish that ppl stp asking me abt it whenever they meet me...<br />my health has not been looking up either. coughing at nyt, puking blood, fever...... life ebbs away and all i can do is stand and stare..... i wish i wasn't sick.... i wish my pain can be soaked in the same way i try to soak the pain of the persons that mean the world to me.<br /></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">I have numerous friends<br />But I am still lonely<br />I've seen numerous trends<br />Oh still so lonely<br />I wish it wasnt so...<br />I wish there was some1 i can fall back on when all else is dark.<br />Clocks keep ticking...<br />Still ticking...</span></blockquote>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-60317831966406978282007-05-02T09:04:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:06:18.765-07:00Change. Another Boring Post.Guess What??? I am back again updating my blog and trying not to fall asleep. The date is 22nd May, time is 2.50 AM at night or morning, whatever you might call it... and here I am, writing yet another late entry in my already dilapidated blog. ISC is knocking on the door (thanks to me parents I dont really need be reminded anymore) and I am in a saaaad state of affairs. Itz already June and I have no clue as to what I want to do with my life whatsoever. Maybe I will stick to my dream of opening a grocer's shop...<br />On life in general, it cant get any worse. I get into damn fights with mom and dad everyday about my studies and my girl. And she seems really least bothered about me. What a life! I am not cribbing. She has a lot on her plate and I dont really blame her for not giving enough time to the relationship but, yes, sometimes it hurts. Sometimes I wonder why I dont explode under all the pressure and all the hurt life throws at me. Sometimes I wonder why am I living and why there is so much pain in life. There has always been pain... will it ever fade away??? She is my life, there is no doubt about it, but is that why she has to hurt me over and over and over and over again??? Have I not done enough? Or have I just been a jerk? People say I am indifferent to life, that's because life has made me indifferent to it. I cant take it anymore... my bubble will burst... I will just fade away... Far away... <br /><br /><blockquote>Here I am<br />On the road again<br />Here I am<br />Up on the stage<br />Here I go<br />Playing star again<br />Here I go<br />TURN THE PAGE</blockquote>Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-20689923315441996002007-05-02T09:03:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:04:12.628-07:00The FemaleDudes all around the globe!<br />Never fall in love with any gal! Its highly dangerous. Speaking from personal experience they will never give, like, a proper answer no matter how thick you lay it on them! No matter how much you mush (eeeyuck) and how much you say you love them they still come up with the same damn f**king answer, "I need to think about it" or "Give me some time." or "I always thought you as a very good friend!". Oh Puhleeeez!! Don't they know that these damn retorts are now cliches of sorts! Man, trying to get a girl to say yes have driven guys mad, to tears, up the wall, (in case of a certain Devdas Mookerjee) to alcohol and in certain extreme cases, to commit suicide! I will finish my little post by posing a little question to all my readers: IS PROPOSING TO A GIRL WORTH THE TROUBLE WE HAVE TO FACE??<br /><br />The answer is left to ponder................Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-87921417543632370802007-05-02T08:56:00.000-07:002007-05-02T09:01:09.582-07:00More PoemsDear People,<br />One of my best poems. A must publish and a must read:<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p class="centre"><u>Till Death Do Us 'Part</u></p></span><br /><br />As he sat there with his head in his hands,<br />The gallows await him on his path to hell,<br />Reflecting upon his life, hours now remain,<br />Tears dripped on, as he remembered how he fell<br />In love, was that his fault? His mistake?<br />Was that how he will remember life?<br />Insanely striving to get at her, talk to her,<br />But all in vain. But, it was his strife,<br />That drove him on, towards her!<br /><br />What he wouldn't do for her, God save him!<br />Can he prove his love for her? Can he die<br />For her?<br />Scale the highest heights, jump the rim?<br />For her?<br />Can he do it? Yes, he can!<br />And that's what scared me, warned him I did!<br />No avail! From us all he ran,<br />Yet one day he comes back and halted to a skid,<br />Says he, "I have done it! I will die for her!"<br />I remember that day well, death did it usher!<br /><br />***********<br /><br />She remembered him well, the man of her dreams,<br />She was forsakenly shy, yet willing it seems,<br />But he knew not her feelings and went to get her,<br />He ended up at her house, started in a murmur:<br />"Your daughter's hand in marriage?", said the lad,<br />Upstairs in her room she was terrified, yet glad!<br />The father said: "Steal the king's sceptre for me!<br />"And then only will my daughter's hand go to thee!"<br />Not flinching a muscle! Not blinking an eye!<br />The lad went to the palace, and bid life goodbye.<br />"He got caught!" said the chambermaid to her,<br />Her head swirled, she fell on her bed of leather.<br /><br />Opening her eyes she could now discover,<br />The vastness of his sacrifice, the eternal lover,<br />She could do nothing, in his last few days,<br />She went to see him, but his heavenly gaze<br />Rendered her speechless. Nothing could she do?<br />Deliver her life to him? To make them one not two?<br />In her great oak cupboard she had carefully kept,<br />A jar of hemlock awaited her and on death crept.<br />Not for her, you see! But for her sweetheart<br />"To Be Hanged Till Death": was the call to part;<br />She opened the jar and, yes she drank it all!<br />And now Death had to make just one extra call!<br /><br />***********<br /><br />"Time to go, m'dear!", said the Man-With-The-Rope,<br />Time to go? The time had come? Is there no more hope!<br />No more lies, no more truths, just deep dank darkness,<br />He got up, said not a word; his thoughts? I cannot guess.<br />He walked along death row, arms and legs in chains,<br />Now no more passion, no more smiles, no more pains.....<br />As he climbed up the raised Last Platform of Justice<br />Into the chill air he did blow the one last kiss,<br />And then what he said made my bones chill to the core;<br />Tears slid down his eyes, love will be there evermore!<br />As my blood will remain red,<br />I swear to you that;<br />This is what he said:<br /><br />"I will be gone forever,<br />I will be drowning in you,<br />I will be gone so why bother?<br />But I will love you through!<br />I will love you when the wind chimes,<br />I will love you in empty darkness,<br />I will love you in my deepest rhymes.<br />I will love you when your life's a mess.<br />But only when you answer to thee:<br />Tell me now, have you ever loved me?"<br /><br />Then what happened, you will never guess:<br />The wind sighed out an audible: "Yes."</blockquote><br /><br />Thanks for putting up with the mush!Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958845046853944307.post-49257184597442040992007-05-02T08:50:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:48:26.284-08:00The Poem. And The Ambigram<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQ7ach0Efkaj-CQsBrvalcDnY70w0Nnajh13T_duFmj0FSzZv-EUeVNTBsxDWefYYu0-Ck4g9yxTCadqUC-1C1rdfK-vAaRN19RNmLJQ1MHYAvHb5FuaRbXJULZEqzfHK2mLFaqXuOAM/s1600-h/Rijoy.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQ7ach0Efkaj-CQsBrvalcDnY70w0Nnajh13T_duFmj0FSzZv-EUeVNTBsxDWefYYu0-Ck4g9yxTCadqUC-1C1rdfK-vAaRN19RNmLJQ1MHYAvHb5FuaRbXJULZEqzfHK2mLFaqXuOAM/s200/Rijoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059992644419820658" /></a><br />Dear Readers,<br />This is the blog of Rijoy Bhaumik, and I would like EVERYONE to read this poem I have written:<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;"><u>A Clue For You</u></span><br /><br />Now I have been thinking for a while,<br />And have been waiting to see your smile!<br /><br />Do you really love me is what I ask?<br />But asking you IS the difficult task.<br /><br />So that's why I write this irate verse,<br />To rid me off this baffling curse.<br /><br />If your the one, you will get the hint,<br />'Coz in my eye I have a mischievous glint!<br /><br />I will not tell you on the face:<br />That in my heart you take the central place.<br /><br />So read on and try to unfurl,<br />If your the one, my "special" girl.<br /><br />I have sent this to all on my list,<br />But only SHE will get the gist,<br /><br />Who does not only read but also takes in,<br />The one purloined my heart, from within!<br /><br />So here comes the clue, number one:<br />Tell me if you know, when you're done.<br /><br />She's the one who was born in the year<br />Of the angry dragon of fear,<br /><br />Don't worry 'coz that's not all,<br />Hers is a name that takes a "FALL",<br /><br />There went my next great big clue,<br />To identify the one who makes me blue!<br /><br />This poem is for YOU, my dearest dear,<br />In the next line, all doubts will clear.<br /><br />I have always loved you from the very first day,<br />You knew THAT, but still held silent "sway",<br /><br />Waitng for me to make the first move,<br />But a loser like me, didn't get into the groove!<br /><br />I thought you my friend for a very long time,<br />Loving you secretly, was that a crime?<br /><br />You still didn't get it, and now I knew,<br />That you regarded me just as a friend, too!<br /><br />Frustrated and angry, I had become,<br />Really silly, how could I be so dumb?<br /><br />How can someone like YOU ever love ME?<br />Maybe, you and I were never, meant to be!<br /><br />You think me to be a liar, but that's OK,<br />I have never lied to you, it's the truth I say!<br /><br />You may think me to be an absolute fool,<br />To you, I know I can never be cool!<br /><br />A "wedge" betwen us, that will never fill,<br />But for you, even God, I will kill!<br /><br />I still know that you will never love me,<br />A futile effort, this was, I can see!<br /><br />But at least, try and get this bit:<br />Now, you are "PERFECT", for you I am not fit.<br /><br />You will be someone else's now, and that I cannot bear,<br />So therefore, inside me a habit has come aflare!<br /><br />A one that will surely kill be one day,<br />When it comes, not a word will you say!<br /><br />I will finish with the biggest clue to date,<br />Now you will surely know and seal my fate.<br /><br />A fate, that may be bitter or really sweet,<br />Break or make my heart in a fleet.<br /><br />You have already given me one killer blow,<br />Here is the last clue, and then you will know:<br /><br />Fourteen and One will now go seven times round,<br />Do this "crazy" exercise and your name is found!</blockquote><br /><br />Hope you like it!Achluophobiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454913267912549347noreply@blogger.com0