She.

To me , she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I was 15 then and so was she. We often talked about her and some of us had great fun describing her in the most traditional way for talking about the beauty of a bangololona. Her complexion was nothing less than doodhe-alta. She had the eyes of a horini and a perfectly banshir moto tikolo nose. Her lips resembled fresh koyas of komlalebu.........she was no less than a jibanto Durgaprotima. There was no flaw in her except the fact that she had bad hair. We often quipped: Kuchbaron konya tahar jhanta swarup kesh !( instead of meghbaron kesh). Nevertheless she deserved the other praises showered on her. We were never friends - I hardly spoke to her in the six years of secondary education yet she seemed to me a very interesting psychological case study. Our ways were different. We strongly disapproved of each other on every occasion we got to do so. Yet I know not why she did certain things she did! She, through some of her other friends urged me to recite a Tagore poem at a teacher's farewell. I got to know this only after the programme had ended as she feared that i wouldn't recite the poem had i known it was she who wanted me to do so! Another incident was just as weird as this. She was a very good dancer. That year, class 10 had to put up a programme with Pujo as their theme. Our class teacher wanted to do something really innovative so that we could put up a strong fight against our opponent - 10C. So she asked me to do a Birendro krishna Bhadro. I had to start with Ashwiner sharod prate followed by other slokas. She had earlier refused to dance as she hated the idea of wearing a saree but when she heard that just after my Ashwiner........ would begin Bajlo tomar alor benu she changed her mind. She danced really well and needless to say looked stunning in a bluish green saree. I heard she seemed to think herself very lonely. She loved a man who was several years older than her but was never loved back. She waited........ and sometimes hoped that her lover would die and like in Donne's poem his ghost would come to her bed which would serve as a proof that he really loved her but was afraid to say so lest she should refuse her. This horrified me . Can one call this love? But on the last day of our school i had seen a strange thing. She was staring blankly out of the window. I saw underneath her doodhe -alta facial skin layers of ash water laden cumolo nimbus clouds. She felt my gaze and looked at me. I quickly turned my eyes away lest i should see moss green shadows in her doe eyes. I had no desire to start conversation on the last day. Or was I afraid? Did i fear her more than i feared myself?

THANKS!!!

There are some people who can really become a bhorshar proteek when everything and everyone else fails or deliberately tries to confuse people. Amalendu Bandyopadhyay is such a person . A few days ago one of the news channels started creating unneccessary fuss on the UFO issue. They even went to the extent of suggesting their viewers to let lose their imagination and think of the prospect of weird extra terrestrials dessending on say Rashbehari more. The anchor went godogodo while anticipating the probable effects on the ETs as they watched the exclusive telecast of the channel. Thanks to veterans like Bandyopadhyay who sat awake for the whole night to get a glimpse of the "mysterious object". He assured the media that the much hyped UFO is nothing but Venus and the cause of its continuous change of shape are storms that take place in space which blow 35000 or more kms above the sea level and are thus not felt by earthlings. It is also astonishing that this bit of information wasn't avilable from the director of taramandal(BT) who was also present in the exclusive. He seemed confused and also emphasized on the fact that the thing in question could not possibly be a plannet. This is not the first time Bandyopadhyay clears confusion. In a T.V programme , a couple of years ago he, in his well known emphatic manner stated the utter futility of astrological gems and precious stones in improving a persons fate. He asked how could a plannet ,situated millions of miles away from the earth possibly affect the lives of human beings. We need people like Bandyopadhyay who can save us from being fooled by astologers or beguiled by the chatterings of mediapersons who sometime seem no worse than the former in confounding the common man.

ANTIcipation of anti-durneeti meeting.

Kaal i hobe shei moha sommellan,
Jekhane chawa hobe subichar.
Thakbe shetha bohu gunijon felte pseudo chokherjol
uthbe faaka awaj " bondhugon cholun shobe ,shuru hok moha ron!"
Tobe adhomer proshno ektai - "Hobe ki kono fol?"

Of Hypocrit Horidash Pauls and their f****ing assholes!!!

I know several people who are bloody self-advertising , conceited attention seeking asses. Yes and they are bloggers too! Take a look at their hypocrisy :-

BSA 1:- Why don't u post a comment after u have read my blog? Do u like my last post?
A:-*smiles* (Has nothing to say. Shocked at such sa).

Sometime later in the same day BSA1 says -" U know one never realises when one creates a blog that many unwelcome readers can read the stuff in ur blog and get to know things abt urself that u generally don't want everyone to know. To this BSA 2 replies - " Yes, u never realise so many people can be reading ur blog".
BSA3 in a comment on another BSA's blog post who whines and complaines abt several existing (or non existing unwanted readers) says ,to keep his actual feelings hidden from the voyeuristic glances of these unwelcome readers he writes in a cryptic manner and uses vague words and phrases.

Now, isnt this fucking ridiculous??? Didn't these dolts know that the phrase"publish post" meant that their brilliant piece of autobiographical fragment would be made available for everyone who has a net connection? Didn't these otherwise tech-savvy individuals know that they could have a select readership by clicking relevant buttons or are these superbly talented ,genius gone astray -s so full of themselves that they would just like to dwell on the utterly stupid idea that those unwanted readers would actually worry their asses to decodify their "mylifesucks" bullshit!!!

Heart's abhorrence

''Grrrrrrr, there goes my heart's abhorrence". Bloody fucked up OE answer scripts will come with a load of gloom subsequently folowed by deppression. i want to spew venom at everyone right now. i want to rip them apart .... chew their flesh..... smash their silly heads with sillier haircuts!!!! Why have they left me feeling miserably blue?

Doing it the Hemlat way!

i'm writing after a long while. today i feel like blabbering away a bit of nonsense. i can easily write my heart out without bothering about stupid things like grammatical errors and fear(s) of offending anyone. The kingkartabyabimuhro has got this bit of a cyberspace just to its self. Thus this can be it's secret diary which never will be thwarted by unwanted attention or raised brows. In my previous post i talked about the utter nyakami of emoticons, comments on one's blog posts and forthat matter the whole illusionary and pseudo-sensitive nature of cyber activities like chatting and blogging. But it'll be hypocrisy if i didn't admit the oppurtunities it offers to someone like me who would like to rant sometimes without wishing other people to hear it's rant. This will allow me to curse and swear at abominable wretches, a bunch of stuck up pseudo intellectual fools and nasty middle aged people who would love to act like 8yr old kids playing para cricket. In this way i'll be able to ''give vent to my anger" - as Hemlat put it in Hemlat-the Prince of Garanhata.

(Un)connection

Sometimes i feel that i am an extremely unconnected person. Neither do i possess a mobile-phone nor am i member of any of the popular chat sites like orkut, facebook etc. Some of my friends insist that i should immediately get a phone for myself and also join sites like orkut as it would be easier for them to track me and communicate with me. But so far i have done nothing of that sort. "Why''? they ask. i often ask myself the same question. When the whole world is going gaga over those 'really smart ultra cool' ways of remaining connected, when almost everyone( from 8yr olds to octogenarians) is all praise for the boon that is - Saral mobile sandesh(SMS) why do i keep away from these things? The answer to this in my parents' words ( and also in my friends' - who will definitely not say the words in front of me) - "U r a fool. U don't realise that the cell-phone is not just a glam accessory nowadays but it's a necessity." Well i don't disagree with them on the first sentence nor can i refute the utter usefulness of the mobile-phone. Then what keeps me from being the owner of the ultimate mushkil-ashan? The key word behind all this reluctance of mine is - Responsibility. It haunts me in every possible way. When u r the owner of a cell-phone u have to make sure - 1. not to lose it. 2. to keep it away from ur younger sibling- who will invariably be after playing silly games installed in the phone lest u r in the imminent danger of being shouted at by ur mom who will hold u guilty for alluring the kid away from his studies.3. u hear the ernest ringing of the phone when u r out in the din and bustle of the city and answer the call.4. u reply and send messages to the ones who r very sweet to do so to u,complete with cool short forms like gr8, 2 sweet, btw, asap etc not to mention the occasional smileys and emoticons. When i list these problems i feel discouraged and am forced to abandon the idea. Ha! these are but lame excuses with which i conceal some dark doubts. My head screams as it questions the abilities of those electronic messages and smses. Don't the emoticons(at least sometimes) conceal more than they reveal? How genuine and warm is the love which is conveyed just by typing Lol? Sometimes, i feel these devices just make us more alienated than ever. Our emotions r reduced to mere punctuation marks and brackets - friends that's the emoticons for u. I have seen people who rarely talk to each other when they are face to face communicate with excellent ease at sites like Orkut. I wonder what keeps them from talking when they are face to face? Why do they need the electronic pardah between them? Why the damned communication gap comes between them? The above accusations may seem to be the mad cry of an anti progress fanatic but that's the reason of my being unconnected. Many a times have i been unable to touch a person's heart even when he or she stood just beside me. On several occasions i have seen people misunderstanding each other or rather pretending to misunderstand each other for the lack of some damned words. Can these ultra modern devices solve these problems?Can it get me to only connect?