Ami stupid. Ami stupid. Ami stupid. The lines of reality and illusion have seriously merged. Seriously, seriously, seriously.

I love the weather these days. I love winter. Or this almost-winter feeling.
You know, Nivea cream and pears soap smell, and having no classes for no reasons.
If I were in school, I would be able to hear the silly band practise 'London Bridge is Falling Down' and other terribly distorted songs and that "tat-atat-tat-tat- TAT-TAT' sound of the drum, right before March Past practise (uff, how terrible I was at that).
Well whaddya know...I do have good memories of school.

Oh and my para...how I miss you. Badminton all through the night, fighting for the court, cycle races, sports day, morning walks(ahem), Hero gazing...Winter looked so nice from my window. Everything looked nice.

Know what? It's so "in" to be unsentimental and all that these days (with everything greeted with a bored look or "do I care?" attitude) that, sometimes we forget who we are. Talking about stupid things you don't really care about, makes you pretentious....and talking about other things makes you boring and sentimental. Oh well. It's best to keep mum. Everyone's happy that way. Well, almost.

Serious posts (if you can call it that) don't get any response...hehe...so back to being all gimmicky. Buh bye.

Scribbler

My porrikhar/normal handwriting

My hurried, inspired handwriting

My psychotic handwriting

Uff. What do I do with a broken heart? Is there anything more useless than that? Even my imagination is cheating on me these days. That's not fair. Thassnot fair at all. Ching-gum and thanda cold drinks to the rescue. Well done. Well done. RDW. Well done and all that. Too bad about Africa. Maybe some other time then.

Loony's Day Out

Ah what joy! Loony played cricket, badminton, telepathy games and guitar after a long time. Loony tried to conduct a planchette, but everyone laughed and had 1/4th bottle of port wine from Goa. Then Loony and a few others stole half a bottle of vodka and replaced it with water. After vodka, Loony played brilliant cricket. Then Loony played killer-killer and dumb charades with Bangla porn flicks. After that Loony had funny car-ride with a funny lot. Loony is not going to be responsible for their
a) death
b) disappearance
c) drunken misdemeanors

I Can't Believe

I went for that stupid match.
I wore face-paint.
I smiled at a camera.
I whistled and hooted.
I screamed "Go Sehwag!" and all that.
I sang that "sutta na mila" song loud enough to be heard.

Ode To a Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,
That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

It was haunting me all day... I love Keats.

"Let me take this oppurtunity" (that terribly cliched phrase, used to the point of irritation today) to officially congratulate my dear friend Sudarshana, who's come second in this poetry writing competition we have had :-)

Drop...please aar boast korish na. Enough of the born genius bit.

"I'd also like to take this oppurtunity", to compliment my gorgeous volunteer friend, Preeta, who looked simply wonderful today.

"And last but not the least" I would like to thank Collin Firth's parents, for creating him.

Thank you all, and have a great evening.

P.S.> I AM GOING FOR THE MATCH!

P.P.S.> Does no-one care? Does no-one feel jealous? :-(

I am in a poetry competition. I can't write poetry. The participation certificate is seriously cool.

Things I want to tell people, but haven't/couldn't/will tell later:

To Bertie:
I did not make a face at you today. Stop being so bloody rude and insecure.

To a friend who's desperately in love:
Do NOT hang around him all the time. He is verrrry dirty. I want my pen back. It's not mine.

To Arjun:
I played Su Do Ku in your class today. I haven't solved it yet.

To Sudu:
I want to borrow the shirt you were wearing today.

To Preeta:
You are bloody FMS-ing big time. I don't know what to say to you! Except that the Alu Anda was great.

To them both:
Most people think we are bitches and snobs.

To a bitch called Debaroti (I think) in our class (I think) :
Don't push me.

To TDG:
I cannot recognize you without your glasses. Seriously.

To the Absolutist:
You are in trouble.

To my Loverboy:
Awww. Puppy. Don't sulk. Hehe.

To Srin:
Hi. Am I disturbing you? Me too.

To Madhuja:
I played Su Do ku in your class as well.

To SKDB:
Take a bath.

To Gems:
Hello there!

To Johnny (post haircut and to quote Preeta):
"Take what you want! Just don't shoot me!"

To Sourav Ganguly:
Hang in there.

To Baba:
EDEN-er ticket pele?

To Tina:
I can't believe you actually said what you did, in front of present company! Hahaha!

To God:
Hello. I exist, you know. Help me solve the Su Do Ku puzzle...please?

Erm....could not make it to blogger's meet. I had to go for a street theatre thing. It was supposed to get over soon, but it didn't. Anyway, let me know how it was.
By the way...new found patriotism for my college. Me loves.
Also, sorry SKDB for being so horrible, mean and blunt with you. You is good friend. And will not be reading this anyway.

"Seven Seven .....!" said Monica Gellar in sheer ecstasy

I don't see the point of this...I go on about myslef anyway. But anyway, cool. Let's do this. I'll even make it colourful.

Seven things I plan to do
Learn to say "No"
Finish reading the books I started and left midway
Travel all around the world
Kiss in the rain
Make a film
Learn French/Spanish/Music
Ab crunches

Seven things I can't do
Drive in Calcutta
Keep my foot out of my mouth
Behave like a human being in front of Bertie Da silva
Practise guitar
Stop having nightmares about maths
Go to Mecca
Dance like Madonna

Seven things I say quite often
"Toh kichu bol/bolo"
"Okbye"
"Oh well."
"Ami jani na/ I really don't know"
"Hmm..."
"Sukdeb da, tumi kothaye?"
"Ma, Kasautii shuru hoye gache!!"

Seven things I love doing
Bathroom singing/acting
Sleeping late
Watching TV/ Movies
Travelling
Taking stupid tests
Doodling while talking on the phone
Pigging out at Delights/Golden Spoon

I tag
Whoever wants to share useless little facts about themselves

*Sniff Sniff*

Saw 'The Sea Inside'. Won't go on about it. But I did manage to sneak in a few sniffles without being noticed. Anyway. I feel like writing something intelligent, but I can't. I'm watching Natch Baliye. Maybe later then.

Film Fetish

Achtung! Went to Rabindra Sadan and saw "Downfall". Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. Sat on the steps of the balcony (like for Osama last time) and had Preeta, Ruchir, Faisal and Riju for company. I've never seen a WWII film from the German perspective. That guy who played Hitler, Bruno Ganz...you'd never once believe that it wasn't Hitler himself. We know Hitler as a ruler, dictator, a tyrant, a madman...but hardly as a whole person. Here, we do. Or at least a bit.
How could it not win the Oscar? Guess I have to watch "Sea Inside" to figure that out.
Anyway, loved it.
Umm...what else? I like artists. Some of them. I'm reading an autobiography by Dali called "Diary of a Genius"....and I realise (I've had my doubts before, but its pretty much confirmed now) that, I'm pretty stupid. Anyway. Here's a part of something I did :

It's supposed to be my vision of Van Gogh or something like that. I painted it quite a few months back. I can't do much (or won't do much) anymore. Artistic temeperament, dare I call it? Hah.

Of Hickeys and Hiccups

I saw Pedro Almadovar's 'Talk to Her' yesterday. It was really, really good. Had stupid people sitting to my right and in front. This chump next to me decided to use my waist as his arm rest and the guy in front of me insisted on commenting on every damn thing they showed on the screen. But the movie made up for everything.
I got bitten by something on my neck, and everyone thought I had a hickey. Hehe. I mean seriously, you think? Other than the occasional charpoka and mosquito...umm, I don't think I have much chance of getting any of those. But whatever...attention, speculation et al was fun while it lasted :-)
*sigh*...back to being uncool and all that jazz.
I have hiccups now. Will hold breath and have water.
Okbye.

Do you see what I see?

Writer's Block

I like taking pictures these days. I like listening to the "kitcheao" sound of the camera. I also seem to be modelling a lot for myself. I have a fat nose. And other fat "assets". Hmmph. I'm supposed to write something, and I can't. College re-opens tomorrow. I hate that man in counter no.4. He told me I was stupid and could not do enough maths to maintain my "ghor shongshar".

This is my favourite book

more hairy tales

Hairy tales

I cut my hair in the middle of the night. I got a haircut which I didn't like. Somehow, I can't ever tell the person who cuts my hair, be it anyone, how badly they have cut it. I mean, I tried to this time, but she didn't get it. So...I cut it myself. And now I look like those patchy haired dogs who are scratching themselves all the time. I hate my hair.
I had a dream of Bertie. He was in a really foul mood and being nasty as hell with me. Doesn't Bertie's hair look like Dylan's? I think he consciously tries to keep it that way. I just wish he'd whiten his teeth or something...or not snarl atleast.

Useless little pieces of information

I'm having a very nice biscuit. All my friends are famous and busy. Or out of town. They are very talented. What'll happen when we're 45? God, I hope I don't have a Mrs. Havisham end to my life. I'm so paranoid about how boring I am. I'm going to see 'An affair to remember' right now. I wish I had an affair to remember. Maybe I won't see it now. I don't know. Oh..I hate it when food gets stuck between my teeth. I like tubris, chorkis and phuljhuris. I hate those bomb things. Never liked them. I like rockets too. But not dealing with them. Just seeing them. Especially those parachute types. Very cool. I haven't had an intelligent conversation with anyone in a really long time. Oh...I hate it when I'm so stupid. Isn't it terrible when some people think they are awfully clever? You can see it in their eyes. And they say the silliest things and still have that look in their eyes. And other people worship them because they have that look in their eyes. And then other people get that look in their eyes as well. Its a vicious cycle. "It's a vicious cycle"...a goddamn cliched phrase is what it is. I think I may have ruined a Kishore Kumar cd. Oh well.