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October 30 Back with(out) a bang!Oh my!! 62 comments!! I didn't know that you'd miss me so much people!! sob! sniff! Thanks to those who've already welcomed me back! Lemme quickly list my experiences, good and bad, both :D
Okay, lemme also tell you why the flight back to Kol was pathetic. I was a bit late in reaching the airport. They were already announcing the security check for my flight. I rushed to check-in. They'd obviously run out of window seats so I got an aisle seat (which I hate), and that too the last one, 29D, that is. :| We'd to sit in the plane for almost 45 minutes before it took off. In this duration, I could hardly bear the smell coming from the loo, which was nearby. I was wondering how I'd eat with that smell around me! They'd started serving the drinks and till the time they could reach the 'back-seaters', the take-off was announced. There was a mad rush and they forgot to serve drinks to us (grrrrr). These two guys sitting besides me were flying for the first time (I guessed so) and were quite scared when the plane took off. One was saying prayers and the other one had closed his eyes with hands clutched onto his shirt. I was quite amused at the sight. Dunno why, but the plane was making all kinda noises and quite frequently, they were announcing that there are some local turbulances and that we must stay where we are with seat belts fastened. Another guy on my left (obviously on the aisle seat) was quite amused with whatever was happening. He'd taken off his shoes and was sitting with his feet up on the seat. He'd already borrowed my newspaper, a magazine, and a book from me, and was just looking around with those three lying in under the seat. I was quite irritated with the smell coming from the loo and was making all kinda faces. The air hostess seemed concerned and was spraying a freshner quite frequently (which wasn't helping much though). When the food was being served, I almost fainted bcuz of that mixed smell of food and the loo (yukkksss!!). To my amazement, the tray on which I'd to keep the food was smeared with butter (ewwwww!). I was irritated enough to cry at that time. Somehow, I gulped the food down and decided to rest for a while after having tea. But, no!! How could have I!! There was a LONG queue of people besides me waiting to go to the loo! I felt like jumping out of the plane. Finally, the plane landed with a big thud and went on with a rattle-tattle till the time it stopped. The rattle was bad enough to scare the people inside. It seemed as if all the luggage is gonna fall on us and the plane is gonna turn turtle anytime. Anyway, nothing of that sort happened (thank God!!!). We landed safely. Gimme some time to visit your spaces and comment people! I have a lot to catch up with, here and at work. October 18 All set to leave for home...buh bye buh byebleeding crimson from the eyes looking at the smoky white skies she lowered her brown lashes to burn and become a part of the gray ashes although, she's sure that she'd rise in the colorless air she'd get her yellow back to bare she'd soothen the yellow in the blues she'd possess each color with all its hues I'm flying to Delhi tomorrow to celebrate Diwali with family. Yippee! :D So what's on my list?
Have a Great Diwali ! Cya :)  October 16 goof woofUmm, nothing much to tell so let me tell you about the goof-ups that one of my friends does while speaking. He has this amazing habit of swapping the first letter of two consecutive words. At times, he swaps the position of the two words. He does that unknowingly and he manages to do it most of the time! :D The other day while narrating an incident about how his ex-girlfriend was upset and wanted to cry, he said, "I asked her to put her shoulder on my head and sleep." You must hear him when he admires a skoudy cly. In a serious discussion on some issue, he hit upon a brilliant idea to resolve the issue. Once he was done telling us about it, he said, "It'd be like killing two stones with one bird." When in mischevious mood, he's always praying planks with people. The latest is that he's planning to buy a Syundai Hantro! Gay to wo Dude! (I hope he'd not read this cuz if he does, he's gonna kick me! :p)  It's Monday again! Boohoo :( October 13 Hellow hellow, angry fellow, sitting on a buffalowDisclaimer: The stupid write-up below is fully based on my experience with anger and its resemblance to your experience (if you've had any) is purely coincidental. I've not used even a fraction of my brain while writing it. It's all situational. Anger is a reflex that we can't control at times. It just comes and takes over your mind. Till the time it's on you, it hampers your thoughts and affects your speech. At times, it leaves you speechless. I guess it's quite a high level of anger that makes you speechless, makes you shiver, and blocks your mind. No, I'm not trying to write what anger is about. I'm trying to write my experience of it; a kind that happens rarely. What are we supposed to do if we're THAT angry? Count till 10? When you're shivering with anger, would you even remember that you're supposed to count till 10? Nope. Then what? Am I supposed to take long deep breaths? May be I'm already exhaling fiercely like an angry bull! My eyes, ears, and speech are blocked. My mind is too busy handling the shit that made me THAT angry and refuses to understand anything. I might not say anything or I might scream my lungs out. Isn't it normal? Yes, it is. Okay, I might call up a close friend and vent it all on him/her. I need someone who can listen to what I have to say. I need someone who can listen to me even when I'm not saying anything. Someone who can listen without interrupting me. Advising me about what to do, what I am supposed to, what I could have done, etc. is going to be useless at that point of time. That's because my brain's door is shut and nothing can enter. Now, what if this person takes offense because I shouted in front of him on something which he doesn't have a clue about and then thinks that I'm shouting on HIM? Ok, then you feel like tearing your hair too. How on earth am I supposed to take it out? I can't keep it inside. I can't take long breaths, count till 10, or tell my brain to shut up and remain calm. Should you not just let me talk it out? Alright, read it as "scream it out"! What if I break a thing or two? Can I? Plllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssssssssseeeeeeee!  October 12 Talking my heart and mind hopelesslyThe brain is weird, funny, strange, mysterious, wonderful, and brilliant. It drives our whole body. It drives our thoughts. It drives our actions. It drives whatever we do. It drives our emotions too. They originate from inside the brain and rule us. So, where from does the heart come into picture? Does it actually have a say anywhere? Does it do something else apart from pumping the blood? "Listen to your heart." What is this supposed to mean? "You broke my heart." What exactly did you "break" or "do" when I say this? May be I mean that you "hurt my feelings". Did those "feelings" originate from the heart at the first place? Or did they flow from my brain to the heart? Why heart? Why not my kidney or liver? When we're nervous or scared, the heart starts beating like a drum. Are the fears and the nervousness housed inside the heart? Don't they originate from the brain? If they do, then why does our heart beat instead of the brain? Alright! May be it's funny. I feel that I don't know my body. Should I listen to my heart and find out what it has to say about this?? Ok, another change in the color. I'm so confused. I need color but no color. I need brightness, which isn't not too bright. I need a decent color, which is a bit indecent. I need a combination of fresh and dull. I hope I explained it well! Aaaarrgghhh! I love black! Colors, the mood of my heart Colors, the shadow of my mind Colors, dark and mystic Colors, undo and remind Colors, the ones I love Colors, which aren't so bright Colors, which might seem sad may be the ones that cheer my sight October 10 .........the spread of white like the flowing flat spotless white gown of an ice-maiden the smoky white cover like the layers of smoke emitting from thousands of chimneys the eerie white stretch like the eeriness of a black night turned dark white the sorrrowful serene white like a widow's saree, covering her sorrow helplessly the whispers of a white silence like the noise of screams, unheard, emitting from the unuttered from the middle of the white arose a half-awake sun trying not so hard to remove the white blankets trying to stay in the coziness of the white trying not to shun for today, it's gonna leave its job half-done  If you think this poem deserves a title, then suggest one. October 07 The Right and the Wrong of itOne life. One body. One heart. One mind. Two eyes. Two ears. Two hands. Two feet. One identity. There's so much that we've been blessed with. There's so much that we can make of it. We crib. We cry. We complain. We shout. We lie. We restrain. Why? Why do we fail to understand the value of LIFE that we're living? Why do we disrespect the life and the humanity? Yes, we define some rules. Yes, we need discipline. Yes, we need to stay within limits. But, who lays down the rules? Who defines discipline? Who marks the limits? Are we correct in overdoing these things? Do we realize that we tend to curb an individual's thoughts, dreams, and freedom at times? Our parents taught us what's good, what's bad, what's right, and what's wrong. We'd teach that to our kids as well. But, I, as an indivudual, has a perception. I may perceive things as good, bad, right, or wrong differently. So what am I supposed to do? Chuck my perception and go by your's, just because more than half of the world goes by it? Or take the "road less travelled" and fall into a ditch that you've dug up at its end? Let me, at least once, fall in it. Let me learn a lesson, if I've chosen a wrong path. And, if I'm on the right one, then learn a lesson from me. October 06 Lost, never to be found. What? Dunno.a pendulum that swings between, not two, but several poles a mind that doesn't have one, but several holes a hammer that bangs, not a couple, but several times a throat that cacophonies, but doesn't play chimes a heart that doesn't beat, but runs an ear that refuses to hear melodies, but guns an eye that stares at black amongst all colors an arm that embraces the unknown, the strangers the trumpets are blowing
the chimes are broken the black has been painted the soul has been shaken the bang bang the ho-hum
the mazes
the conundrum
October 04 Back from hols, yawn!Yawn! That's how I started my day today. It's a Wednesday that feels like a Monday. Coming back to work after 5 holidays would obviously make me feel so. And then, I didn't get my bed tea today. :( This has added to the number of times I'd be yawning today. My friend Shweta had come down to Kolkata in the Pooja holidays. She, another friend Azam, and I went to Shanti Niketan for two days to spend the holidays. It's a peaceful place and lets you be lazy and relax. Shweta, who's an amazing guitarist, entertained us with a couple of Pink Floyd and Tom Petty numbers. Azam, who's a die-hard Manchester United fan, kept talking about football all the time and left no stones unturned in boring us with it. These two nocturnal animals, Shweta and Azam, didn't let me sleep in the night. I spent the day watching stupid movies on TV in the hotel room with these two sleeping peacefully by my side. And then, we used to go out in the evening, amongst the hustle and bustle of the Pooja processions, just to find that all the restaurents are packed and we cannot eat out. Wait outside till the time we get a place?? No way! I used to be on the verge of fainting owing to the lack of sleep, waiting to hit the bed as soon as we reach the hotel. It was a dark evening when we decided to check out the Vishwa Bharati University campus. The univ felt eerie, although the guards told us that no ghostly stuff has ever happened here and that we shouldn't be scared. Two rick-wallahs took us around the univ and we tried our best to see the 'bhawans', the open-air classes, the antique blackboards, the staff-quarters, etc. in the dark. I couldn't click any pictures :( but overall, it was a nice ride around the univ. So what was it that I enjoyed the most? The train journey from Shanti Niketan to Kolkata and vice versa. :) Check out some pics in the latest album "Pooja holidays miscellaneous". Yawn! zzzzzzzzzzzzz |
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