funny...
hometown..
Kolkata....Calcutta..
trivia check..
so used to not being in my room...habit from MICA.....
..that i can't even seem to be in my own room here.....
kept crying aloud for puchkas, russel street puchkas...
and guess what a week in cal..and not a single puchka in my mouth....
can't figure out why I want to be in the city and also why I don't wanna be in the city......both the feelings come with equal fervour....
zonal calamity........hits my head...
a gush overflows....knowing not what direction to flow in it just spreads everywhere...
....and makes me messy...
u mess me..
i mess you..
it's just a whole big mess-take...
here's the cue for Mess Zreeza...to zign off....
zzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzz
zzzz
zz
28th June '07
Walking down park street
and up again...
rainy misty day....
no baggage..
except thought...
light thoughts..
perfect..
not truly..
or totally..
a jigsaw part missing?
and up again...
rainy misty day....
no baggage..
except thought...
light thoughts..
perfect..
not truly..
or totally..
a jigsaw part missing?
22nd June '07
Excerpts from a diary...(anonymous)
I need to say a lot.
Speak a lot.
To whom?
I donno.
Seems no one really wants to hear me..
and I wallow in self pity.
I want the stars to fall on my dupatta....
but to scared to step above the earth
I'm standing on,
lest I lose it.
And I realise it's not the stars I want....
I want the earth...
...to become one with it...
But the earth keeps pushing me...
why?
where?
Donno what I want...
I wanted something....
a li'l dream...
still want it....
but the freshness of the dream
has been slapped by reality
a li'l too often..
and still I carry the bruised dream
in my arms
so close to my bosom...
Fully aware that there's a chance
it'll be snatched away....
or worse,
I'll give it away.
Sometimes, somethings
................&*^% %^^ *&^%...
You try to tell
to express
to say without speaking
but they hear something else.
Not the true you.
And in the discussions you become...
someone else....
someone else as you deliberate the logics.
..........
..........................
..............................................
I need to say a lot.
Speak a lot.
To whom?
I donno.
Seems no one really wants to hear me..
and I wallow in self pity.
I want the stars to fall on my dupatta....
but to scared to step above the earth
I'm standing on,
lest I lose it.
And I realise it's not the stars I want....
I want the earth...
...to become one with it...
But the earth keeps pushing me...
why?
where?
Donno what I want...
I wanted something....
a li'l dream...
still want it....
but the freshness of the dream
has been slapped by reality
a li'l too often..
and still I carry the bruised dream
in my arms
so close to my bosom...
Fully aware that there's a chance
it'll be snatched away....
or worse,
I'll give it away.
Sometimes, somethings
................&*^% %^^ *&^%...
You try to tell
to express
to say without speaking
but they hear something else.
Not the true you.
And in the discussions you become...
someone else....
someone else as you deliberate the logics.
..........
..........................
..............................................
Traveller
18th June '07
Moving around
from here to there.
The traveller,
I am.
No stations,
no airports,
no bus-stops..
.. are home.
But are they alien?
I travel
and I travel.
And whenever I introspect,
I still see
myself travelling
in the space of time
and in the space of mind.
Moving around
from here to there.
The traveller,
I am.
No stations,
no airports,
no bus-stops..
.. are home.
But are they alien?
I travel
and I travel.
And whenever I introspect,
I still see
myself travelling
in the space of time
and in the space of mind.
11th June '07
I'm supposed to wrap up my life of 6 months in a few days.How can I?
I love this place, MICA. I love it b'coz of the people here, the trees, the birds, everything. The life which is here.
First times....so many of them.
Relationships of every kinds.
People.....from all over....now part of my life...living in some corner of my heart.Their umpteen patent words, gestures, smiles, nonsensical behaviour...an everyday issue....would become a distant nostalgic memory.The specialty here is that, we all were family, in a way...joy and sorrow was shared. We grew up and became adults in a day, and we also shed so many a time all inhibitions and became kids.
All in all together, in a way.
I love this place, MICA. I love it b'coz of the people here, the trees, the birds, everything. The life which is here.
First times....so many of them.
Relationships of every kinds.
People.....from all over....now part of my life...living in some corner of my heart.Their umpteen patent words, gestures, smiles, nonsensical behaviour...an everyday issue....would become a distant nostalgic memory.The specialty here is that, we all were family, in a way...joy and sorrow was shared. We grew up and became adults in a day, and we also shed so many a time all inhibitions and became kids.
All in all together, in a way.
12th May '07
I know what's done is done.
I know whoever(God) did it feels sorry for it.
Should feel very sorry.
But then shouldn't he have not let it happen.
They say this world is full of miracles.
Why didn't a miracle happen yesterday.
They say all is fate.
I refuse, absolutely refuse to believe that this is fate.
But what can I do.
Live with my illusions.
May your soul rest in peace, Mansi.
I know whoever(God) did it feels sorry for it.
Should feel very sorry.
But then shouldn't he have not let it happen.
They say this world is full of miracles.
Why didn't a miracle happen yesterday.
They say all is fate.
I refuse, absolutely refuse to believe that this is fate.
But what can I do.
Live with my illusions.
May your soul rest in peace, Mansi.
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