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Saturday, September 3, 2011

1st Hour of my 21st Year :D

Well technically am not 21 yet, i was born at 1-o5pm  so still has got some hours left, but, as per social convention, I am 21 after midnight...so be it! The sooner the merrier! Yippie!

Grey cells:21 huh?
Heart: Yes baby!! We have worked together for twenty-effing-one years!

 21 seems so long, then how will it feel when I turn 50? Aah, chuck it-turn 30?

Heart:Moron! Don’t dare to moan over 30 from now on..lets savour the moment of turning 21.
Grey cells:Heart makes sense once in a while *chuckles* It has grown wiser, I see.
Heart: grrr! Big talk from someone who can never ‘grow’,huh!
Grey cells: I don’t grow in quantity but in quality,my blood-pumping amigo.

Ahhh!!! Quit arguing! Already these elements of mine are making me feel old...have i grown soo old?
I look in the mirror and start examining the physical changes from last year’s-

Hair? Hmm...longer
Hair management? Improved
Face? little fairer and a little thinner
Cheekbones? Little more pronounced
Lost weight? A little...(hope its more than a little)
[Heart:A little less work for me. Yaay!]

Bad habits undertaken? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....no!
Eyes? Light darkcircles : (

[Grey cells: watching movies all night and reading story books in the bus has it's price,dearie]

Fingernails? still sporting that paintless and short style.
Chin? perfect shape! (no double chin,huh!)
Toes? Two toerings! And looks a little soothing to the eyes.
Height? I have stopped growing after 17, moron!
Weight? Dont ask!

Bottomline-the same as ever

Grey cells: *sigh* she has to do THIS every year.. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

Here Again!!!

Thought of dumping this blog altogether and making a new one...!
But just can't let go of this blog. It's special in a weird way.
So Here Again! and for good!

Be with me :)

PS:Muse attack starts from tomorrow!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

ALERT!!!! ALERT!!!

am tired and bored of this blog....!!!!!! i need a change!!!!
so i have decided to start a new blog...so keep your good eyes peeled as i will be back with(well in this case)-after a bang soon!!!

Peace out!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

NEW YEAR RESOLUTION!

I more or less do this every year!
But at the end of each year, i recall my conduct, smack my head and say, 'aaah!!!! i did that again, not again!'

There's also a joy in NOT keeping some resolutions. :D

So this year...here it goes..

1>no black and white colour phases! i will go colourful this year! monotonic colours are banned! Happy colours are IN.

2>will ponder bout the consequences less and just do what i want to do!

3>upgrade my driving skills

4>will think a little before i say...my motormouth is banned this year!

5>study regularly [i do this every year]

6>prioritise my own needs-just won't compromise this year!

7>aaah! won't be tooo moody...

8>so many!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no more!

:O

-_-

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

INTERNAL experience : )

This year has gone-rather has blown away-so fast, that before I could digest one piece of reality check, other things overcrowd-and in turn congest my thinking space….thats one thing I didn’t have this year-enough time to think over my actions. Well, I can give a valid excuse for that, but, I believe in one simple line-theres nothing like ‘there’s not enough time’ when you really are earnest in what you want to do. Or in a few words, if there’s a will, there’s a way. I admit, this year, i haven’t given myself enough time to ponder over things like I used to (come’on buddy! I have my OLD age to wonder over what I did on 2009!! No big deal, Miss-i-need-to-think-of-everything!)…with my sis’s marriage, end of school exams, competitives, heart-breaking results, tiresome concellings from everybody who thinks they know better than me(actually, everyone does), awesome and endless outings with friends, new experiences, relationship troubles, new college, moving out of my house, new people, fresher’s welcome blast, death, accidents, student’s riot and all…whew!!!! So many things!!!!! One big eventful year for sure! In short-it was like eating Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Bean… : )

Life does have a way of taking away what you really want but giving you what you really need! We are just too thick to understand the difference between what we want and we need. If life had been like a bed of (not roses idiot! That’s so 1950’s!) sleep-well mattresses, then we would have slept on it forever…wouldn’t have waken up to reality! Life is like a strict dad and nature is a gentle loving mother…life punishes us and teaches us lessons-occasionally giving us candies depending on how good we have behaved and nature is there with it’s beauty to help heal a deep wound, a scarred soul..

This year had been a year of extremes….i was way too happy to put it into words as well as I have been in the deepest of despair. I was in the verge of death as well as I have been there to welcome a new life. I have grown up more than I have in the last one and half decades.

I learnt to be a little less heart-strong and a little more practical. A little less cry, a little more responsible. A little less I, a little more us. A little less why, a little more how. Little less ‘try’ and a little more ‘do’. And a little less ‘right now’ and a little more patience.

A little less ‘thinking deeply about everything’ and a little more ‘lets enjoy while it lasts.’

And a lot less ‘I regret’ and a lot more ‘I am proud’.

We can’t expect anything to last, so just do what you want to while you have it and don’t regret, than, letting it go and regretting for the rest of your life.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

:(

Wore a pair of jeans after sooooo long a time but before i could really start to savor the feel of it's touch against my skin, a 'bodmaish' rickshaw came and splashed mud into it!!!!!! Puro anandoiii maati kore dilo hotocchara ta!

:x

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

AFteRmaTh

I guess, too much thinking about the situation made me tired and i fell into a deep sound sleep at around 2am. And didn't wake up before 6am.

Scenario--->
The thief definitely came back last night but couldn't enter the house-thanks to those extra locks(around 12 locks in total). But they/he have set a leaf of our date palm(khejur gaach) tree in our garden on fire.

Psychos!

No idea about what will happen next.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The ThieF ExPerienCe!

I thought i was only scared of ghosts but now i realised that what scares me more than pearly white semi-transparent, hoarse-voiced ghosts is live people! And moreover, if that person is a thief by profession!

Robbery, theft at night...all these were just some daily chatpata news till now as the place i used to live at never had to face these kind of situations. But now moving over to my aunt's place this 'chatpata' things gave a whole new dimension!

My aunt's house is a two-level banglow type one. The ground floor is not at all furnished-just a cluster of plaster, cement and bricks for walls-thats all-just a hollow cavity type and we (my aunt and I) stay on the 1st floor! There is a wall on the eastern side on the ground floor which is just made of bricks (attached by cement duh!)!

Last night, a thief cleverly(that's their job i guess) loosened the cement and removed those bricks at night and entered the house!!! But thankfully we have a gate in the 1st floor entrance so he couldn't even make an attempt to steal and he went out of the house using our garden backdoor!!!
But that adds a bigger worry! Although we have sealed the wall again temporarily until we can cement and plaster it real good, the thief may try again tonight!!!!
Sleep has gone to Davy Jones!!

Precautions taken-->
1)eXtra set of locks added to the house!
2)Armed ourselves with a weapon-in my case a kiddy 2 ft long cricket bat!
3)Planned to make a little loud coughing noise everytime we wake up at night to make any eavesdropper think that we are not that deep into sleep!


But i guess none of them are gonna be that effective! And i am real scared!!!!

:(

:'(

I'll never thiink robbery stories are chatpata from now on!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Pichle Saat Din

It has been a week since I started my new college! And it has been one roller-coaster experience! I, being a student of a reputed ‘bawal’ school never bothered myself much with all the ragging and whatever that comes with the party.
We, first years, are like an exotic exhibit in a zoo! All of our classrooms are allotted on the first floor, each guarded by a security guard. Every senior student from every department used every ounce of authority upon their juniors or peers just to get an opportunity to get a first hand experience of us! We are the most sought after-and by far-the most popular (although tagged by our department name)! A man could become a millionaire just by putting up an entry-fee for the seniors to see us! Every one wants to know us, show us their power to make us do things they want for their amusement, to sell their old books and what not! We are told to give our introduction-our name, dad’s name, school name, home place, grade 10 and 12 total percentage of marks, joint rank, hobbies in their own chosen format. Like, I have to say ‘jio pagla’ with enthusiasm after each sentence and to pronounce every word in Bengali only. But, most importantly, they took heed of our comfort level! The teachers are halted in their job by some seniors requesting for an ‘interactive session’ with us. It was not bad, but way too tiring! Every few minutes, some new seniors had to come and we had to begin our intro all over again! In these seven days, I have almost given my intro for more than a hundred times!
This stuff went on for two days, and gradually we became familiar with the senior faces…now they don’t need to rag us (they also get bored ragging the same class everyday)! They have each picked up their own favorite 1st year and come whenever they can for chat-stories of the college and ragging in their time, our interest and all.
Then, there are the teachers! Each unique in their own way! Some speak in english with a Bengali accent, while other has a tamil one, some has a girly voice, while some can’t say a correct sentence in English! And there are the subjects too! Each subject seems derived from the class 12 and the moment you have let your mind wander somewhere else, you have lost the power to catch the flow from the snips of lecture! Whoa!!
Coming to my own department, there are students from every class and every place-bihar, gaya, puruliya, bankura! Bengali medium, hindi medium, english medium! Intellectual, nerd, intelligent, smart-ass, flirt, jokester, pretender, narcissist and the list goes on. Each is unique in their own way! Variety makes our group more colourful!
Staying at my aunt’s place over weekdays, going to home sweet home on weekends and meeting up with my old friends! Time is flowing by so fast that I just can’t keep a tab on my activities.
Pichle saat dino mein maine khoya-kabhi khud pe hasa mein aur kabhi khud pe roya!
7 days of my new life are gone-isolated from almost every people close to me. Not that I mind, but it would have been little better to have someone to talk to without keeping a check on my words.
I guess, I asked for it.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

The GraSs ExPeRiencE

My whole family never got addicted to any kind of addictive thingys-like drugs, grass, drinks etc. Although it is a very good thing but I-the ever curious horse(my Chinese sign)was very much interested to have a taste of it. yea, yea, you may say that inspite of learning about all the bad effects of these, why i wanted to do that?
It was just to know, why people get addicted to it in the first place. If we can find that out, we can dig out the way to prevent addiction-in a gypsy style-rehabs are so expensive!
People have grass when they are tensed, depressed or in any kind of mental pressure. Several of my friends are addicted to this stuff and I was dying to have a taste of it just to know how this stuff can make you feel like that.
I had my first grass on 22nd April-keeping this in mind that i am legal enough to try that.
On that day, i was highly pissed after blurting out all the disgusted feelings i have harboured for a person and my 2 friends-seeing me high strung upon dropping in to group study, took me on the roof top and offered me a cigarette just out of fun to make me feel better and i-on an impulse-took that grass, lighted it and choked on it at the first puff! So like me! :P

No worries, i was taught the correct way to take a puff and handle it and bla bla...
It was tasteless but not bad, people get addicted to that breathing in and out exercise-which is a good form of exercise but the smoke is the worst part. We should try to dig out a better substitute for the smoke to make this world a better place. I had three so far...and i don't mind them. I got pretty serious scoldings from friends for this but hey! i was only tasting and i am matured enough to control and not to make a habit of it.

My first experience was a good one :)
My GraSs ExPeRienCe!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Think....thinking...thought

Time flashes by and before you realise it- the world, the people around you have changed...nothing lasts forever.
And you gape and think, 'Am I the only one who refuses to change with everybody else? why the hell all these happens to me only? Where was I when these changes took place? Whats wrong with me?'
Try as we might these questions have no answer...
Philosophy says, 'Every action has a certain meaning-nothing is an accident or chance/luck.'
Does 'certain meaning' means that their chameleon-ic changes will show me how utterly old-fashioned I am in my thoughts? or show me that I am not suited to live in this fast paced-multiple faced world and it's people?
Maybe...
I don't know whats in store for my future...these upcoming 2 months or so are gonna change my life forever.
Lets see whether I perish in this mice race or.......not.
I am totally shockproof now.
Lets see...lets see..

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Girly Woes


‘No. You can’t have this one. You would surely tear/damage it. You won’t be able to manage it.’
‘Then how about this one, mom?’
‘No way. It’s my favorite.’
There starts the general argument between mom and I over a saree which I had to wear for this year’s Saraswati Puja to go out with friends[it’s the dress code]. My mommy is verrrry protective of her precious sarees and won’t part with a single one for my sake. I am very (un)fortunate to grow up in a family pre-dominated by brothers who would tease me like hell if I ever think of doing anything girly [according to them-I would go 'nyaka']- like wearing a kajal, doing make-up or trying to wear a saree. Although they are behaving a lot better nowadays [now that they have their own girlfriends and most of them got married], they have never let me acquire the grace of wearing a saree or any urge to look good with a little bit of make-up and my mom had never bothered much with me, so I am left to find what suits me best through friends and few sisters. Sometimes I wish so much for a big sister of my own, then I wouldn’t have had the problem with this kind of stuff. I don’t mean to brag about my looks or anything-it’s just that I am not that much bad looking but I find many girls way below my looks, look more attractive with a little touch-up. I am never gonna catch a guy for my own at a first glance.
Back to the point. My mother won’t part with a gorgeous saree, upon which I had set my heart on, so I had to content myself with an old presentable saree [not a new story] that would make me look wayyy older than I am…sigh…so much for the hope.
Won’t brood over it. Mom helped me get dressed in that traditional attire with a thousand safety pins unsafely tucked in various parts…made the most of my little collection of junk jewelery -mismatched bangles, earrings, lip balm[does the function of a gloss-if I ask for a real gloss-my bro gonna disapprove-whats his problem??? Jealous.], pinned my hair back and got ready to face the day.
Wherever I go, I always attract the momentary attention of the people in my vicinity because of my remarkable height[and in this case the combined height of my 1 inch heel]…but today was a little different. I got the ‘wooh’ glance from my neighbors [who had never seen me-I have never let them-in traditional before], wolf whistle from the dadas nd didis and adorable kids of our flat. Gapes, blank stares, pointed fingers, muttered comments from road pedestrians or cycle/bike riders[yuuck]. This, although not at all pleasant, made me think, ‘ok, maybe I am looking good…
Feeling a little hopeful, I walked along thinking , ‘Ok.. Maybe I have at last acquired the grace and the look to suit a traditional wear….I am good…I feel great….I am…’ And I see a bunch [ahem..gang] of ladies [don’t know wheather older or younger-as age cant be guessed when in a saree and no one is as tall as me] walk by me and each of them looking very pretty indeed-I mentally summed up-more prettier than me.
So much for the hopes….sigh again
I again wish I had a sister to guide me…

Sunday, December 28, 2008

DON"T BOTHER 2 READ!

One year has gone by so fast. It's december again, when a new meaning of life had blossomed for me last year and by now, I have lost it. One year......
One year has gone by......
It went by so fast.
I am happy as well as I am sad.
On second thought, i am neither.
I am just numb.

I am just another loser.

Friday, December 19, 2008

A Late Story

I dressed myself up in a great red jacket to keep myself warm from this chilly mid-December cold that made me look like Santa Clause without the pot-belly and the snowy facial outgrowths, plugged my earphones, grabbed my bag and gave myself a twenty minute headstart for my one mile solitary walk to tuition.
I had promised myself not to be late this time as I had gained sir’s disapproval by being late by half an hour due to oversleep last time and had even drifted off to sleep in the middle of one of his lectures last month (3 classes ago) to which my sir had snidely remarked, ‘balish niye ashbe er por theke.’.  I shook my head and said to myself, ‘Today I would be the model student-Punctual, Attentive and Responsive(PAR)!’ , then giving myself a mental approval pat, I fixed my eyes to the road which was full of craters, small mountains, puddles, quick mud, human junk-in short-all types that could be expected from a road that is under construction.
I was utterly inconspicuous, walking with my head down in a commendable pace when suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my arms from my left side!
Eije Anando!!!!
I looked up and saw Joyita aunty from my para whose son is my classmate.
“Oh, aunty! Kemon achen? Arko-r sathe onek din dekha hoi ni!’, I said politely.
Amra bhaloi achi. Toke bohudin dekhi ni! Kothai jacchis? Tuition e? Koto roga hoye gechis!! Kotodin amader barite jas ni. Ei dekh na Arko portei chaii na aajkal…….’ Started my dear aunty like the Satabdi express without giving me an opportunity to reply.
I quickly released myself from her grasp saying that I was getting late for tuition. And again set my pace and had not gone for two more minutes when I heard someone call my name….again!
Anandooodeep’ 
I signed. I have given up correcting my name out of frustration-none will ever get it right!
I smiled mechanically and said to the approaching figure of my class 10 tuition batchmate, ‘Hey Rituparna! Kemon achis?’
‘Ami bhalo achi! Tor selections kirom holo? Amader jaaata marks diyechi teacher-ra!!! Sob bodmash! Janish ki koreche….’, and there she went on-another express- condemning her teachers.
Now I was really getting late!!! I broke up her narration with a hasty goodbye and picked up my speed to cover for my lost time.
But as my fates would have it-If I really am getting late, all things in nature will conspire to make me even more late!
This time, I confronted a small sea! Some pipe must have got broken last night and all the water had overflowed the road- like some typical rainy day mini bonya! And there was a helluva lot of people clustered to get past the puddle with their shoes in their hand and trousers pulled up. I made my way gingerly to the other side, quickly pulled down my jeans and put on my sneakers and literally ran the rest of the way.
I arrived ten minutes late.
Sir surveyed my state of breathlessness upon my arrival and said, ‘Overslept again?’
All the good resolutions had gone to Davy Jones by then, my mind flashed by through all the excuses I could give for my late arrival.
But I said, “Yes sir. I am sorry.’
“Last warning! Don’t do it again.’

Monday, December 15, 2008

Ashamed

Tears fall easily-in self-pity most of the time. But when you are hit by a very unexpected tragedy-tears just won't come. One is left numb. You break down after a long time-as if your feelings just got stuck in a jam before.

I have followed the Mumbai terrorist encounter in the news daily, know all the events that have occured and in what way and for how long. But when a buddy of mine gave me a link of Sandeep Unnikrishnan's orkut profile-I visited it but i couldn't recognise him as the NSG commando who died on that encounter. 

I am so ashamed of myself.
I feel like a hypocrite.
Tears don't fall easily now.

Friday, December 12, 2008

No sign of WinTer


It's already 12th December and the usual winter cold hasn't given us a hint!!! These really makes me go 'grrr....' Well last night at around 1am, I was amazed to see my surrounding buildings and trees shrouded by fog although it's not even cold outside. Later i found out it was smog.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Disturbed....

The Mumbai serial blasts(Nov 27th to Nov 29) shook me like anything. And what makes me ashamed is that the internal staffs of Taj Mahal Palace were also involved in this. They sold their motherland for some mere money.

If not then how come so many ammunition are found in the two hotels?
How can they come by our coastal way without detection?

Wheather you have noticed it or not, there were only 4 terrorists in Taj and some 2 or 3 in Oberoi and to capture all those it took about 100 soldiers. Those terrorists are highly trained and each of them are by themselves highly qualified.

Now these facts direct us to another way of thinking. The people who turned into terrorists were highly qualified people-in other words rational minded. Then just imagine how much strong ideology and philosophy the Jihad of the Islam is comprised of to turn their rational minds into taking up arms. To them, killing people of other religion is a holy act. Religion comes above all.
If a muslim gets Rs 100, he'll take Rs 50 for himself, give 20 to the poor, 20 to their religion and 10 for ammunition.
Every kid of their cast are made to read Koran and abide by it. They are made to learn their whole history and be proud of them. Whereas, we don't even know the history of our country-our freedom struggle, we are too busy following the 'cool' western way of modern life-imitating them in a mindless fashion.

I, sometimes, feel ashamed of the way we are leading our lives.
We follow the path of 'Eat, Dream and Marry. ' Do we ever spare a thought for our motherland? We don't have time as we are too busy building our careers while our motherland gets invaded by enemies, war breaks out, hundred people dies. All we do is- pay a minute tribute to those people and jawans who died and just forward smses like 'Let the terrorists come, we'll fix their appointment with god' and all those shits. Apart from that, we just go on pegging with our books, so that we can find a fat paid job in some foreign country and permanently settle there. None has the initiative to make a difference. When asked, they all say 'What has India done for me?'
Calculative bastards!

I do envy the islam followers in more ways than one. They value their motherland before anything else. They live the way their ideology shows them and they don't even give a second thought if they were given an option to die for their motherland.
Whereas us? Money matters more than motherland, more than ideology. Give some money and bingo! the ideology is changed! Give some more money-I'll let you inside the Taj Mahal Palace and let terrorists harm our own people in our own motherland. Give me more, I'll bring you the blue print of India's power hold! Rather we have no ideology than make money by hook or crook.

If u give a cell phone to any teenager or any people-they will see the attractive features, skim through the gallery and all. What the Islamic kids will do? They will look at the hardware and try to think of a way to make it into a bomb to protect their motherland.

Out of our total budget, more or less 40% goes to development of army equipments and maintenance but no new technology has been introduced in our army for the last 15 years!!! We don't have any naval missile where as China has 15 and even a small country like Japan has 5. Where does all these money go? High level corruption!

Our ship and men are being captured by some Somalian pirates, is anybody taking a drastic step? No!
Even Israel president has expressed his disgust at our way of coping with problems-rather the lack of interest.
Some 10-15 terrorists has rocked the nation. And there's more to come. If we don't lay aside our differences (kill Raj Thackrey) and start thinking a little more for our birthland, we are in trouble. The music has just begun.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sweet Memories....




One of the things that will keep me going back to those fun school days is the conversations we used to hold on sheets and-even more crazy-xerox them (well Keya, Bhaswati and I used to). When teachers used to bore us a lot in class 11, we exchanged chit-chats through these among our group. Those were some fun days as we were just getting to know our section buddies and these made us bond a bit more firmly. Here's one masti conversation....

Andy(me): A question-What is common between the 6 of us?? By 6 of us means our 2 benches??
Bobby: We all are.....hmm...students of South Point & 11C, everyone has A in their name, we are humans & Indians & not aliens...
Andy: Hey does Siddharth, Keya & Bhassu's name begin with A?? And by 6 of us means ONLY
our 2 benches. It's very simple. Just observe....
Sid: Bench gulo kalo kalo...he he!!
Andy: Ota to sobar!! :P
Preitha(Bhaswati): The common thing & i think perhaps the best thing is that we all like each other. he he ^_^
Andy: Not that...am telling bout physical thingys..not bout feelings.
Keya: Ami ki baad?? Ken amay dekhachis na ki likhchis... :-( Yeah..we like each other. Preitha's right!! And we are fun loving people, aren't we??
Bobby: Hmmm....Physical things???????
Keya: NO!! PERVERT kothakar!
Bobby: Amra sobai kane shunte pai, chokhe dekhte pari and we all have a heart..., mouth, nose, hand, leg...
Bobby: Oye amra shobai chosma pori.....
Andy: At last right bolechis!!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Another Sleepless Night....

I really have turned into a 'darpok'. Little out-of-the-order things leave me shaken. And of all the hours and minutes that the clock can show, it has to be the night time for all the unexpected things to occur.

Like, two people living on the same house in front of mine died in a span of 15 days, last month and my sleep was shattered by the shocked scream of their relatives. Death is ok, we all have to face that someday but what unnerves me the most is the scream-that spine chilling, creepy, shrill scream of the women of the house. That's one of the reasons, i can't sleep till 5 in the morning for the past 1 month.

What happened today was that, at 2-25 am, i felt sleepy (after a long time) so decided to surrender myself to this bliss. Not even 5 mins has passed after i closed my eyes, that i heard the sound of running footsteps from the flat below mine followed by a shrill scream. I, at first, thought that it must be some cat fight going on..but it sounded so eerie and so loud. My dad stormed down to my balcony and we figured out that the aunty who lives below us is screaming her lungs out. It was like she has seen a ghost for real or her would-be murderer (SCREAM style) is in front of her.
My dad went to her place to see what was wrong and found out that the old man who lived there (her husband) had fallen off the bed and he was so deep in his sleep that he haven' reacted to that fall. But he eventually woke up to her screams. She was still screaming and sobbing when we left her.
And i have lost all my sleep for tonight, because if i do try to go to sleep now, her screams will surely touch my dreams.
I can't imagine, since when have I gone so vulnerable and weak. And why all these have to happen to me only?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Maybe it's a Coincidence....but a ScAry One!

A friend and I were discussing about all those exorcism stuff, if they are really for real or not and he said that he had seen the real video of exorcism of a woman called Anneliese Michel(the film made on her was named Exorcism of Emily Rose) in Youtube. I was fascinated by the idea of seeing a real one and so after my selections, like a 'very brave girl' , i ambushed my brother, tied him to a seat beside me and watched the video. It was not a video in the true sense, it was a slide show of the pictures of Anneliese's condition and in the background the voice record of the exorcism was being played. The voice sounded creepy but not being able to watch the visual thingy, it didn't effect me much.

Now, last night, at around 3 o'clock (i am suffering from insomnia for some reason and don't get into bed till 5 in the morning) while doing physics exercise, my sub-conscious mind wandered off to that video (how the voice sounded and musing it's a mixture of hallucination and MPD) and just like that, in jest, I thought that if spirits or ghosts (bhoot) really exist, there will be a load shedding in the next 5 minutes! And true to that the power got cut off!!!!!!!
It scared all the fearless bulbs out of me!!!! I couldn't move, couldn't call out(my throat kinda got chocked), was just rooted to my chair, wandering like a scared puppy whether there would be a knock on the door next or not...then the power came back on.
It can be a coincidence but, buddy, that was one scary moment!!!

PS-Even at T2 (The Telegraph supplement), under my sun sign it's written 'Expect Spiritual Influence'..now who would have thought that it would go so literal!!!!

Monday, November 10, 2008

A Fascinating ThouGhT....

While i was traveling by bus(by far my most entertaining mode of transport till date other than train) and looking at a fine example of unity in diversity...i realized something....

We have met almost most of the people in some place, at some time...maybe that person is related to me through a distant relationship and we were in the same wedding reception, maybe that person sat beside me at metro or in bus or even in auto at some point of time. Maybe this 'dadu' had seen me when i was newly born, playing in my parents' lap...All those people and I sometimes had have spent a day at the book fair... or went to see the same concert somewhere at some point of time....

And regarding all the new people we meet...we had had met in the road someday, somewhere before..at that time we were strangers and didn't smile at each other in recognition but the next time we met, we smiled...

PS-It may sound confusing, I admit....but it's very fascinating, na?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Discrimination!!!!!

This is a DISCRIMINATION!!! Just look at the poster(it was hanged opposite Lake Market)!!! The picture of Sonia Gandhi and her puppet Manmohan Singh are placed along with the pictures of Mahatma Gandhi and Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose...
What had Sonia Gandhi done to make her an equal to these freedom fighters??? Not to say anything of our weakling prime minister Manmohan Singh..
And Mahatma Gandhi was never a member of Congress....everyone at congress abided by him but he was never a member.....


Do you know what is the saddest part? 90% of our people doesn't think of this as a discrimination....they don't give a thought.

Friday, September 12, 2008

CraPpy ThouGhTs....

Just finished a novel called 'The Kite Runner' by Khalead Hossini and by god...everyone should read that book! It's a book to be treasured and to gift people with. Well i won't go bla bla bla on it now but want you people to read it first.
Last week on 3rd September I frog-jumped on another year of my life. How these years go by....can't believe I am gonna leave my school in less than 6 months time...
I can't believe a of other things. Like-

1) I am an adult at last and thus eligible to cast vote.
2) I am eligible to drive my way almost anywhere.
3) I am eligible to earn my own living.
4) I have to leave school as i can't possibly fail in my final year and the school won't keep me if i pass.
5) I am handed the license to enter the real world and to try and shape it my own way.
6) I have the potential to make this world a better place by my spirit, enthusiasm blend with the right mixture of idealism and realism.
7) I am qualified to bring happiness to other people's life.

I know i am basically talking crap but i want to type..i feel like drugged....but with a cold, a heavy head and a battered right hand, it's hard not to feel so....
Well can't think of anymore craps to write.

Signing off.
Andy.
:)

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Points Of Abnormality

Some things really make me mad!! Like today I went to buy a pair of heel shoes and they don’t stock my size…some people think that girls (ahem ladies) cannot be as tall as guys!! And the thing to back up their story is that majority (99.1%) ladies don’t have feet as big as mine and the girls who are as tall as I have small feet….

So BOTTOM LINE- I am tagged Miss Abnormal!!

I don’t complain about the name I am tagged with. (Hey! Everyone is weird in their own way!!) But I don’t like the reason I am tagged for…for having big feet!

There are so many abnormal things about me that it will take an eon to finish it but I’ll give you the major ones-

1) I am tall for my age since grade 6 and I am the tallest girl of my school-not to mention I am puppy fat. So people at clothes stores sometimes tend to say I am of ‘large frame’…but on the good side many of them encourage me to get into modeling and stuff because of my longitude which sort of compensates for my latitude and make me look a little slim!

2) I got an unusual name-the history of which I wrote about in my previous blog called ‘The person I am now’. Earlier in junior school at the register calling sessions, teacher used to ask whether I am a girl or a boy (because I sported short hair at that time), and now at High school they ask whether I am a non-Bengali. And I tell this history at least 100 times a month-average! I think I would do a recording of it and whenever I make a new acquaintance I will thrust that record in that person’s hand and tell to listen before that person proceeds any further!

3) I am left-handed. I write with my left hand directing my pen outwards than the usual way of having it inward. This never cease to fascinate the person beside whom I fortunately or unfortunately (I don’t really know!) happen to sit. And every teacher will suddenly notice this trait of mine after an eon of writing like this under his very nose and will exclaim in delight. Due to this I also have a problem sitting in the right side of our three sitter benches at school.

4) My totally topsy turvy way of speaking. I can never narrate a story in the chronological order-either I will tell the end first or will forget the details if I begin right and will have to go back to fill in the gaps.

5) My odd accent. Everyone says I got a non-Bengali accent but I don’t feel so.

6) My totally unmanageable hair!! It always chooses the wrong time to get out of shape. At home, the shape and style is perfect but when I go out…..sparrows think it’s their mobile home.

7) Well I told you about my big feet story! It’s so embarrassing….and I totally dread the day my shoes worn out and I have to go to buy a new pair….I rather wear sneakers all my life but you know- Indian traditional dresses with sneaker don’t mesh at all. I guess WITH GREAT HEIGHT COMES GREATER FEET!!

8) My incurable tendency to cross out a hundred small equations while doing math. My math teacher totally gets frustrated at the look of my copy with at least 5 small cross outs per page to boot…and my mood can be judged by the look of my copy-if I am in a foul mood, the page will be full of cross outs…If I am happy..It will contain one or occasionally none at all!

These are the major ones-which I guess are hopeless cases and can’t be mended…..so much for the tag!

I leave you here to do what you are supposed to do now (just go and click on the COMMENT button, dummy!) or I’ll curse you!!!

Ciao.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

ATTITUDE

I have to hear so many comments for the way I have written my ‘About me’…some say it’s too much of an attitude, some felt amused and complimented.

I say, ‘What the f**k? It’s me, either accept me this way or just buzz off…I am not put here to be fed with your egos.’

Some say I am proud, aloof and what not and you know what??? I don’t care!! Why should I?
Okay, to be honest, previously, I used to get a little hurt by these comments but now I am quite indifferent because it’s their mind…and let them do or say whatever they think, I’ll do whatever I think is right. Dogs will always bark-and old habits really die hard! Being yourself is very important otherwise one can never be happy….otherwise you are a fake and same goes for being true to yourselves. If one is true to thyself, they will never regret doing anything in their life.

Its better to be hated for what you are...than to be loved for what you are not.So just be yourself…

Just keep on going…it happens too often... time changes… people change…feelings change. Those who matter don’t mind...And those who mind don’t matter… A friend of mine said, ‘Attitude, it seems is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... an institution... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.’

And I can’t agree with him more….

Friday, May 16, 2008

LiFe...

Life is so odd…
So ironic….
The more we laugh, the more we cry…
The more we try to forget, the more that thing grabs you…
The more tears we shed there’s still some more left…

Never knew there was also a Law of Conservation of Feelings too….

Sunday, February 3, 2008

The PeRsOn I am NoW....

Yesterday while debating with a friend about people’s right, my best friend reflected that I have changed a lot these last few years…my eye’s widened at this sudden musing and under my surprised glance she said that it’s just that I did a lot of growing up these last few years that it’s sometimes a little difficult for her to relate the person I am today with the person I was some years back…apart from that she didn’t say anything more which made me extra curious, so here I am with the keyboard at my fingertips busily clicking away my thoughts…it’s funny how some mere words can set you thinking…

While setting my thoughts in this direction, the things that come obviously in my mind is that- of course I am not the same person I was before….heck, I am not even the same person I was yesterday-maybe I can be the same in appearance but not in mind, each day brings a new experience, a new moral, a new thing to learn and to teach…hmmm….this writing proves that I have turned a lot philosophical ;-)..I guess it’s an infection people acquire by reading Mitch Albom’s books…

My temper is a little mild now, I am not that hot-headed as I used to be and now my boiling point has raised a bit…..and I have made a regulator for my motor mouth.....previously I had a stuttering habit which after a lot of practice and being made fun of have left me for john with little traces here and there….I learned to make fewer mistakes by developing a habit of ‘planning ahead’…I have learned to do my job in an organized way with the probability of success raised to 0.95…

Previously I used to hate my name Anandeep cause it’s so so rare and people used to tease me as it sounded like a boy’s name and to add a little more bitterness-90% of the people have difficulty pronouncing it…but now I have grown to love it a little bit because it set me apart from others and because of my unique name, no one easily forgets me…if not for me, they remember me for my name (‘I used to know a girl with an uncommon name..’) I thing I wanna make clear is that Anandeep is a name of Punjabi origin (I am a pure bong-mind it!) which can be both a girl’s and a boy’s name.

I was very heart-strong by nature but gradually I got myself synchronized with my mind…I have grown more practical, more responsible, more thorough on whatever task I undertake and more reliable(well a little I guess if not fully…I am still trying!!). I am more open about what I think, what I want and what I need…..

I have learned to distinguish between what’s good for me and what’s bad…what won’t suit me and what will….and I have grown to respect other people’s wishes…I used to be a lot impulsive and dunno…I am still impulsive but not that much..
One odd thing is that I have learned to accept sarcastic as well as harsh criticisms in good will…..I like(hey don’t get fat headed and start criticizing unfairly after reading this :-P ) when people openly say what they don’t like about me so that I can correct myself.

You know it’s a very narcissus topic-once started, it is very hard to stop….and I am stopping because I can’t think of anything else to write….. :-P

So till this folks, feel free to comment irrespective of weather I am close to you or not….and no one will be more hurt than I if you don’t….

PS-well I have also learned to give sentooo…. ;-)

Tootles.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

AnOtheR MuSinG....

I love walking in the rain because nobody can see me crying’

Heart is a fragile thing….when it’s taken care of- it gets strong but when left out in d rain- it’s torn apart, broken-until its left- empty of compassion, until it’s numb- to the coldness of the rain drops. Once broken, it’s very difficult to recollect the broken pieces to make it whole again, difficult to get back the trust, faith lost before. I guess, that’s why people get attracted towards addiction to numb their senses and have a temporary refuge from this catabolic process. It’s when one feels suicidal because there’s nothing left to live for, no one to trust enough to spend the life with…..but people forget no one is a loner-there’s one for everyone, they just need a little more time and a little more care to find their right partner. No one dies alone; every person is a part of the universe, when one demise, half of the universe dies with it. Life is a chain reaction….every action, every laugh, every tear, every thought, concern and affection shared is the sum total of what we are today. No person is bad by nature-he’s what he is made by the society he grew up in or the situation he has grown in. A person told me that there is no love left in this material world…it’s both true and untrue…people need love now more than anything….all they need is a kind word and a little bit of love….that’s what we are lacking- a person to hold us when we can’t take the life load as easily as before, when we think all’s lost….what we need is a simple touch and these 4 words ‘I am with you’. Crying is not a sign of weakness, crying is good because with crying the grief, anguish gets washed away to make way for a new fresh life, a new leaf…ToTaL ReHaB…


PS-You can think me going all sentimental and stuff, but that’s what I felt while consoling a friend of broken heart, a friend whose shoulder I seek at the time of my distress.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

DrabBLes

As u can see i wrote dis out a long time back on my lappy and was just too lazy 2 shift it here(imagine it took me 6 months!!!)......so here's sum of my reminisings...


17th June, 2007
Sunday

I had my math tuition from 7am every Sunday morning and it goes on till 11 (4 damn hrs!!) in the slowest pace possible (everything conspires against me!!) At last the joyous departing hour came and a friend messaged me to say that a friend of his wants to see me and told me to come at a designated spot. Sir is always punctual about our departing time so as soon as 11 struck I was so eager to repack my bag to leave that I didn’t hear him say that he would be back in a few seconds to discuss something nor I heard my friend repeating his words. I packed my bag in a blink and opened the door to get out when I was caught by sir busy in conversation with some people.
I happily yet a little uncertainly chirruped, ‘The class is over, right?’
Sir stared at me and said, ‘It’s not. Didn’t I tell you people? You go inside and wait.’
I was embarrassed. Sir was frowning a little and I felt I was in trouble.
When I returned back to my classroom, my treacherous friends (I am the one to blame-but it feels a lot better to consider it their fault :D) were laughing their heads off recollecting the quick switch of my emotions when sir said those words.
Well I didn’t get into any trouble but still it was quite embarrassing….



29th June, 2007
Friday

Out in the rain…

I return from school in an auto with two friends of mine. At a place near a tram depot, we change our transport and go our separate direction. I was waiting for my bus to arrive-it was getting late and no damn bus was in sight. Suddenly without a warning pelting rain fell and I just stood there!!! I looked at the sky to feel the rain smoothing the frown on my face and twitching a smile on my lips, drenching my hair and yet a kind of warmth spreading through every nerve in my body. In those sounds of rain I heard something sounding like ‘Gotcha’-as if Mother Nature is playing with me. I earlier complained to my mom that I never had the chance to stay out in the rain and now I got my wish...I felt so happy…

Conclusion: I got home thoroughly drenched and mom scolded me for behaving so like a child and I just smiled…even mom’s scolding can’t take away the feeling of happiness that I felt being out in the rain……

Monday, December 24, 2007

Properties of Women...

TESTS
1. Pure specimen turns rosy pink when happy.
2. Turns green when placed behind a better specimen POTENTIAL HAZARD Illegal to possess more than one



NEW ELEMENT IN THE PERIODIC TABLE Element:
WOMEN Symbol:
WO+

Atomic mass: Accepted as 53.6 Kg; isotopes may vary from 40-200 kg.
Occurrence: Copious quantities in all urban areas.

PHYSICAL PROPERTIES
1. Boils at room temperature
2. Freezes without any known reason.
3. Melts if given special treatment.
4. Bitter, if incorrectly used.
5. Sweet as Honey if given a proper treatment.

CHEMICAL PROPERTIES
1. Have great affinity for Gold, Silver and a range of precious stones and absorbs great quantities of expensive substances.
2. May explode spontaneously without prior warning and for no known reason.
3. Most powerful money reducing agent known to man.

COMMON USES
1. Highly ornamental, good samples can increase your social value.
2. Can be great aid to administration.



It's hilarious.....but its not applicable 4 all......so guys don't come n beat me up if dis doesn't apply 4 ur gal....and its not applicable 4 me too 4 now......