conscience hitters

they say "to err is human". i prefer it more like " to be belligerent is human".well we all can boast that we are the most sophisticated animals.now on the same line, we all know the perils and bliss of sophistication.let me give a simple example- a burning arrow in due course of time turned into sophisticated nuclear missile.all these correlative examples force me to conclude that a belligerent human is the most ferocious animal.

now the main point to contemplate is what's the best way to take revenge?you can go and shout or else have a physical dominance or just become too hostile to make the life of your adversary "memorable".however the most lasting and effective way is to hit the conscience of your "friend", then blast the respective ego and subsequently ruin the honorary life.

the most sophisticated mean of taking revenge has its own drawbacks like all sophistication's of human creativity.if your adversary has a strong hold upon him/herself and is clear to his/her conscious and also subconscious thoughts (pray he/she isn't like that), then the most effective weapon will definitely backfire with a greater impulse.only way to get out of its way is to flee temporarily ( or is it forever?)


however, we don't really give a damn to all this.we have a new weapon in our arsenal.we got to use it.its time for the society to hate its unorthodoxities.it's time to celebrate psychological manoeuvres and ego killings-as they say "game on...". i would prefer to brand it as "battle royale".

twister

in past 3 years, there is one thing which keeps on repeating in my life.at any point of time there is a chaotic mixing of my thoughts,deeds,life style,anectodes,brands i use,my hangouts and what all and what not.i don't understand if it is a mere coincidence or analogy or is it simply a big WTF??whatever it is i dont know how 2 express it.it is confusing,utter frustating but at the same time gives me some kind of flavour.

a recent thing that has happened to me is i am getting addicted to a specific brand of fruit juice -tropicana twister.oh great old monk!! please dont feel insecure.i still worship and adore you.i am so jobless and out of creativity that i am writing these shit loads...duh!!!!

one more year and i am going to graduate as an engineer.its time to feel proud and pat my back.i at times wonder that we will all graduate as some textual engineers with some blunt classroom teachings and sarcasms of our education system.we will be called as pillars of progress of human civilisation..damn it man!!!anyways we will all join in showing our white teeth wearing our black coats and throwing our black hat with a tail high up in the air.cheers to that!!!

nothing gets better when you come back home after being technically challenged for one more tiring semester and then being treated as a kiddo.good food, compliments fake warmth all around.however the comfort of being in my own city beats all this.i just enjoy being in kolkata.the smell of this city mesmerishes me.from my childhood i am a dedicated fan of pseudo bengali intellectualism and this city is the place where i can experience and enjoy it.


finally , thank you!!

(p.s- last line is from personal jesus)

IPL - Intentional Pun Limitless

straight over the head of ekta kapoor went the ball from lalit modi's bat for a six.welcome the new masala in prime time slot in stupid box for all ages in any indian home; this time from more scenic stadiums and less fanatic spectators. "Indian Premier League" was back, kicking behind all political, economical, brand-franchise issues. mr modi must be a relaxed man.this time he and his so called "glamours of the game" were far away from the stares of mr mutalik & his grandpas.cheers to intricate diplomacy of every one involved!!!

my "fair" horse this time was kolkata knight riders. this was not only because of the team management's involvement in everything but the game but also to see how mr buchanan messes it all up.after an unintentional win against kings, i also actively took part in gibberish discussions with my hostel mates analysing every dark and bright corners of this extravaganza.things turned out as predicted.my horse ended the carnival on top of the table (basically i was looking at the table upside down. come on guys- i am a loyal supporter).

however, the best part of this years madness for me is a particular blog - FAKE IPL PLAYER. that guy was the only one who could only spice it up with his jargon.the nicknames,sarcastic reviews and dressing room (& few other rooms also)updates were not in any way less interesting from hayden's ruthless crushing of opponent's bowlers.some more than 8000 followers of the blog can testify that the game was on in blogger also.

one thing i wonder at times is how these cricketers gain and loose their secrets in this period of time.(well they are sharing the dressing room after all).some overenthusiastic of this bunch at times mess up with their future prospect because of various "contributing factors".i hope force india f1 guys haven't seen this picnic.i at times feel pity for sutil or fisichella.jumbo n his guys r really lucky(mr. malya is prefering emotions over investment; nt bad!!!)


the carnival is over for this year.its time for a strategy break for a year.next year may be it will be back with some weirder innovations and surprises.that time i may pick up a pony instead a horse.

belligerent

things are meant to be like they are.then why do we wish they should change? the word expectation is really very dicey.depending on perspective,it is often deadly than terms like "greed" or "selfishness".it's not so simple to sing "goodbye, cruel worlds" always.if the domain of agnostic is limited only to god, then whats up for the mortal souls seeking comfort in each other's emptiness? at times the phrases "sweet sacrifice" and "sweet revenge" act as synonyms.


according to me,morbidity of copying something for the sake of faking happiness in life is the biggest crime."let there be light"- why the fuck should there always be light?if one arranges the words inhibition,premonition & clairsentient in any order,they will always depict the same thinking line.the moment the truth around us pokes its nose in our daily itinerary, we get pissed off.what if we stop hanging around the things we desperately want & rather consider every breath as the last one?


let every whisper be very loud....

one more day n still counting.....

pink floyd is god's greatest gift to me.i often wonder why i am so infatuated by it.well may be because it replies to each and every mood swings of mine; may be every pink floyd song asks the same question -" how are you different from the rest?"; may be because those sound mixing haunt me like anything else in this world....i really don't know. how can anyone be so true with expressions like "dark side of the moon", "what do you want from me?","dark sarcasms in the classroom","wish you were here","atom heart mother","comfortably numb"....the list can run down to infinity.
each one of them bearing the testimony of helplessness and pseudo intellectualism.

life often turns out to be very predictive.that's when,according to me, one starts asking questions. all the insecurities of life rushes to fill the comforting voids in the mind.we try to seek for those answers;the questions of which we never can think of.we expect people to read us the way we want but not the way they wish to. eventually it turns out in poetry mocking existence of one's thinking capabilities...bull shit....!!!!!!

looks are deceptive--that's what they say.well it never is.we turn out to be illiterate in reading the real face.then we accuse others and try to hide our in capabilities.however there is nothing wrong in this-human instincts after all.

i have a portrait of Che Guevara on the wall of my room.my hostel mates brand me as "bangali naxalite".i at times can't decide how to react to this one. i feel sad that an idea is being branded and iconised like this. moreover any revolution ;even if is a failure;must be respected.above all one can't claim to understand Marxism and its conjunctions with naxalism. i wish i could talk to those eyes just below the cap with the star.

the distress of life lies within the fact that anger is furnished in some dead blogs or in some dry poetry diaries..

encore

when i get down to writing things really become dizzy these days.. however i am again upto it....i was watching these video of steve jobs addressing a stanford graduation ceremony. quite inspiring i must say.the one thing i am inspired out of it.i plan to ask the mirror "is it my last day of my life" every morning while brushing my teeth.my mom will have a mixed reaction hearing this. however i will definitely miss her expression.

things are really not working these days...duh!!!!i wish i could tell myself- "dude get a life".i am writing this late night- sipping tropicana mango juice instead of old monk..( now dont i have a need of getting LIFE??" recently a girl proposed me and i somehow declined the proposal.certain converstions followed..
" i am unhappy. i dint expect it"
" saala atti dikhata hai.."
" bloody sadist"
" m liking this"
" that chick is insane ..she was after this maniac"

anyways facebook rocks. a quiz over there told me that i am HARAMZADA while the other told me i am born to a support to everyone. ...sad yaar...duh!!!!a recent study showed that grades degrade when you access social networking sites. these researches are meant to make me anti social...ahah..i need to get a life, i guess...

nayan tarse is blasting my ears out.....so peace(piss) off!!!!!

scooped @ 3:34 a.m.

some one named william once said "to be or not to be".a poet named bob asked "how many roads must a man walk before we call him a man?".finally an insane named kurt shouted "come as you are." i just think security is deaf and dumb.why don't we walk in the wrong route and often call wrong numbers?what if i dare to seek into an unknown eye?silence,i find these days have become to much talkative.i think it has conspired with my mirror which always blushes at me when silence speaks with me.

now everything is contextual.a rainy day can get onto nerves and freak people out;a worthless nuisance in the rat race.again the same rain can bring a jovial coffee session and beautiful images all around- dropping from the leaves,creating ripples in the street,clinging onto the wind chime and it goes on and on.it may again screw a party evening.also it may tell stories in a lonely afternoon.
romanticism to some may be a fresh red rose,to some it is a sweet candle light dinner.to me its a peaceful sleep which seeks into my eyes in a melancholy night.

"you enter my mind and take all my resolve away"