Dialogue

Ha! And you thought I was about to write something serious eh? Well, dearies, I just couldn't resist. This came in my mail just today. And my side-stitches ache to share them with you..
Presenting words of wisdom by none other than Mithun Chokroborty himself.....


" Bheegi hui cigarette kabhi jal nahi sakti.....

aur yeh tay hai ki teri maut ki taarikh tal nahi sakti "



"Apuun ka naam hai HEERA,

Apuun ne sab ko Cheera..." (wah wah.....)





shetty: "kaun hai be tu?"

Mithun da says-


"Mai hoon tum jaise logon se nafarat karne wala,

Garibon ke liye jyoti, Gundon ke liye jwala

tuze banake maut ka Ek niwala,

tere sine mein gaad dunga mai maut ka bhala.

Mila doonga yamraj se tere ko salaaaa." (who thought poor Shetty would have to listen to beautifOOL poetry before *sniff* he got the life punched outta him??)


" kyunki ab mein Indrajeet nahi......chandaal hoon

tum chaho toh mera program note karlo

...tum sab meri diary mein mar chuke ho!

mein chahoo toh tum sabko abhi mar sakta hoon

magar abhi maarne se tumhe maarne ka credit meri bullet ko mil jayega!!!! "
( kya logic hain!!!!!!!! !,superb! )




" Main hoon Do Numbri, ek se jyaada, teen se kam

Dikhne mein bevda, bhaagne mein ghoda, aur maarne mein hathoda .... " (
amazing )


" Jitani tumane saanse li hongi, usase jyaada maine lashein girayi hai
(aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ???????)



Mantriji:- "Ye kanch bullretproof hai.

tum mujhe chu bhi nahi sakte"



Mithun Da:-"Ye kanch bulletproof hai magar patthhar proof nahi"

AND HE BREAKS IT BY THROWING STONES ON THE GLASS. (BONK!!!)

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And the best one…………….

Mithun da gets a bullet on his leg, Looks at the villain scornfully, calmly stands up and says-


"DUSHMANO KI LAASHON PAR BHANGRA KARNE WALA KABHI LANGDA NAHIN HO SAKTA"


" Koi Shaq..??"

Confession

Wow, am I pensive or am I pensive? I think. I know. But nowadays, I’m thinking a lot. Its like become a habit, a subconscious one. Like when, you bite your nails and you don’t realize what you are doing unless someone, comments on your “bad”, “un-lady-like” behavior. Its like falling through space, thinking you are safe and its only a dream, but waking up just in time to see that you’ve fallen outta your head.


So I naturally have become really serious. I don’t smile. Which I’m hating by the way. This is a very new feeling for me. Not feeling good. Generally, I give Teletubbies a run for their money because of my chirpiness. I’m an irritant at home, because of my slapstick jokes. But that was yesterday. Today, I don’t feel good. Season change, did someone say? No, that’s not it. Let’s just say, I have done some Very Bad Stuff, which I’m feeling Very Bad about.



I broke a friend’s heart. I wasn’t their when she needed me. I was too busy making my future. I left her in the dark, with nothing to support on. I am a monster. There. I said it. I have been a very bad friend. Which I was not. A bad friend, that is. I really don’t know how to re-do (re-vamp? Re-furbish? Re-create?) the trust I’ve lost with my friend.



For a long time, I was thinking. Oh well. To bullocks with it. Why do I care? Yeah, one college mate lost. No biggie. But you know… that small voice inside your head? Behind your ear? Crawling up your veins? That little fella constantly kicked me in the shins, pulling me down to planet earth, and pulling my ears close to its mouth and telling me I M WRONG.



So here I am. Making a confession. I want my friend back. I want everything back to normal. I want sunshine. I want silly smiles on my face again. I want free from guilt.

IMAGINE! What if, I could be writing this very piece on a space pod, far away from planet earth and creatures from such diverse species could be reading it rather than just you, live and enraptured. Maybe I wish too much. Or maybe.... Any takers???
Since the dawn of time, man has chosen to be curious, to seek ahead, seek beyond, of what’s right in front of him, his home, state, country and planet. Visionaries of the past like Arthur C. Clark, Jules Verne and our very own Tagore had all but jotted down the route map to space and back.
The first realization of this dream was on July 20th, 1969 when a certain Mr. Armstrong laid his foot on the moon and set the mega-event in motion. But we have come a long way from 1969! Now, who wouldn’t want to go into space without having to become an American astronaut, a Russian cosmonaut, or a Chinese taikonaut? We owe our thanks to Mr. Dennis Tito who actually curved fiction into fact. On April 28th 2001, the American businessman and NASA engineer booked the first flight ticket to space. An 8-day “vacation trip”. 5 minutes of weightlessness and back to planet-sweet-planet. Guess, how much his space ticket cost him? USD 20 million (Rs. 80 lakh, roughly)…. Phew!
Thank God, its 2008!!! Because a lot has happened over the last 6-7 years. Now there are a number of cost-effective ways under development to safely transport people to and from the space for just a fraction of what Mr. Tito shelled. Just last month, in California, British entrepreneur Sir Richard Branson and American aircraft designer Burt Rutan slid open two corrugated steel doors to reveal the two new gleaming aircrafts under the Virgin Galactic umbrella. The audience in the standing-room only crowd let out audible gasps. Christened “white-knight II” and “space-ship II” will work in tandem as a sub-orbital launch system. In just a few years, these ships will be ferrying passengers like you and I through the veil of space. And just so you know, 200 people have already lapped up the $ 200,000 ticket, and more are booking ‘em even as I write this.
That having been said, this type of mega-event does not merely sustain on hear-say alone. Admittedly, a little bit of science is also involved! A massive amount of Kinetic energy is required to push up the space shuttle, which means great expenses and no small degree of risk. And since, I am on the topic of risks, there is the huge-risk of colliding with space debris or getting calculations errors. I tell you, not something to play with folks.
But then again, the future is not a black-hole. Branson-Rutan team and a whole lot of smart guys are working on safety rates 100 times safer than government space flights.Floating in space. Weightlessness. 0-gravity. That’s’ the stuff sci-fi is made of. Not anymore! That’s another factor to consider. Although the notion is extremely exhilarating, but only people with strong hearts and physically fit will be able to board this space odyssey. Since, prolonged stay in zero gravity may cause health hazards namely space sickness, nausea, head-ache, and deterioration in skeletal structure. Yikes!!
Also, this might have crossed the your mind, including yours truly. Er… the cost of the ticket to space. Need I repeat? $ 200,000. a slight pinch in the pocket, don’t you think? However, let’s not be disheartened ladies and gentlemen! Let me point out. Just as once upon a time, our daily house-hold appliances like refrigerators, televisions and even cars, were a distant eutopia for the average family, but now only 20 years on, they are literally planted in everybody’s homes. Likewise, lets say, 20 years from now, space tourism would be an average holiday package.

Industry is clearly the buzzword for Branson. This will surely unlock a whole wall of private sector money. Just as, mobile hones and internet technologies, have reached the common man out of military origins, so will space flights reach us, hopefully in a very short time!
Anyhow, the way we are exploiting our home planet’s resources and the on-going reality of global warming and climate change, it will rather be sooner than later, we will have to ssek a fresh, un-exploited new world to inhabit. Imagine, the limitless amount of raw materials, we can tap.
In the long run, life on earth as we know it will be an ever increasing risk of being wiped out by a disaster such as sudden global warming, nuclear holocaust, or a genetically engineered virus and other dangers. So, earthians, lets open our minds, and start imagining. Lets open our eyes, and see beyond this sky. Somewhere, out there, might be our future home!

What Does Your Handwriting Say About You?

You are sometimes a very energetic person, but you are sometimes quite lethargic. You're moody, prone to ups and downs, and you don't have a lot of endurance.You are reserved and not very outgoing. You are deeply thoughtful and introspective. You have a lot of control over your actions and emotions.You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others.You need a lot of space in your life, and it's easy for you to feel stifled. You avoid commitment and responsibility whenever you can.You are conservative, old fashioned, and a little stubborn. You are resistant to change.You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.

:D

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baah.....

Here I am again. Trying to pick up where I left... Shucks..this is harder than I thought... Hehehehe :)

first of all, cuz I'd forgotten wat my blog id was(can u spell DUMBBBB?)

Next, I'd forgotten what my blog looks like(can u spell MOOOOOO???)

anyways, I realised I dont need to impress anyone by my snappy writing style.... I just need to keep punching the keyboard... Hoping some words of sense or non-sense would come out, make you frown, make u laugh, or (hope not!!!) make u growl!!!

Armegeddon

Parvez’s wedding reception today. Before, I allow my untamed (potty-untrained) to rum amok, let me explain who Parvez is.He’s a batch-mate. Good friend. decent guy. So yeah, now that you’ve the idea, he also happened to take a lot of pain to invite Sia and me for today’s ceremony. Literally. He fell off his bike, while coming to post the invitations. Called up. Sent card by courier, called up again to ensure that it reached et al. so, obviously, I went gaily.


Fantastic!!! Extravagant!!!! Lavish!!!! Words failed me when I reached there though. OOOH!! By the way, in Muslim weddings, they have a partition between me and women. Hmmmm… anyways, Parvez, there he was with his wife( Ouch!! Feels weird, saying that. After all, he’s my age.), on the stage, looking harassed, already with lots of aunties, taking turns at pinching his cheeks and kissing his wife (ouch!!! Again!!)

GREAT FOOD!!!! AWESOME SETTINGS!!!

Oh by the way, I drove at night, which was a abso-blood-lutetly B-E-A-uuutiful feeling….He he he.


Cheers dude. May you have a happy, long-lasting life....

ouch!

WHERE ARE ALL MY PREVIOUS POSTS??????

CAN'T FIND THEM ON MY PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHH!

Status Quo

Man oh Man! Life changes so fast. Oh wait! That's not right. perceptions, feelings, emotions- all futile, freakingly dynamic things.. They change faster than you can say Edward deBono. Take today, for instance, who would have thought, eh?

Oh, I'm not making myself clear, for my own comfort. Before I allow my untamed(potty-untrained) mind to ramble on, i should cite that all following words are going to be- bLAH!

The call, 7:47 pm. Went over to meet it. Maach-bhaath. Shorse baata maach, my favourite. with a little less salt. Smoke. Smoke-screen. A haze. Look past it and I see tears. The river of depression. Promotion-AAD. Emotion.

QED: Its not right. Going at break-neck speed towards the sky and then falling down with nothing to cushion you.


Said it: I have a family to look after. My career in front o me. Heck, possibly the most important year, round that ubiquitous corner.

And I let out a sigh of relief. A long, overdue, over-suppressed sigh.


So I don't know where I am and where I want to be, or go, or as if that matters.
As far as I know, the death of communication happened... today.

DRAT THE PENGUIN!

I live in a colony where, thankfully, people are culturally inclined. Consequently, we have lots of events, activities, programs and what-have-you in our "paadaa"....
So current goings on are a Book Fair, in accordance to the beginning of a new Bengali year.
Now the thing about book fairs are that they are KLPD, as a worthy friend aptly put it!
Point to be noted melaard!!! That abbreviation is not necessarily not my vocab.
Anyways, coming back to the point, books are nice, they are beautiful. They call me. The entice me... Laughing, cuz I cant reach them, due to me meager savings. Ergo, I'm sad. Depressed. more like it.
Boo Hoo.. etc


Some of the damnest best books that India has produced are by Penguin... And I cant afford the penguin.
So here's another inspiration coming your way by yours truly:
Drat the Penguin,
Drat the Penguin.
oye hoye penguin teri manmaani...
Drat the Penguin,
Drat the Penguin.



Sheesh... my life. Hmm

THE FORTRESS

For I've a fortress around me,
surrounding, closing, binding, enclosing.
For I've been building it a while,
slowly, carefully, painstakingly, deliberately.




The walls engulf, the walls hold,
The walls calm, the walls scold.
A torrent of emotions inside waiting to let go,
The walls, controlling, willing to attack my foe.




For the wall is the mask, the veil,
It disguises the passions within, the gale.
For once in a while, it puts an emotion or two in the gallows,
The voices, inherent, screaming from the hollows.




The walls protect, the walls guide,
The walls preserve, the walls hide.
A fragile beast encumbered, sleeping,
Shouldn't let go, the walls dictating.





For now, the walls of the fortress wither,
weak, tremor, shudder, powerless.
Something corroding, eating away at the wall,
Noxious, malicious, venomous...





The fortress has been a friend, a confidant,
A comrade, a martyr.
The beast wakes up now, to say to all,
I can do without, I can do sans the wall.





For what matters is not the poison,
But the actuality of it seeping unto me.
For now, I realise, I sans fortress, sans walls,
Who will be my salvation, to save me?

By the way...

Its Febuarary..... So I guess a
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!! HOOOOOO, YIPPPPPEEEEEE and etc are in order...
And also, realised my blog silently and inconspicuously turned 1 year old, with no fuss, no mess. it did not turn up at home drunk. So i'm happy. she's happy. Everybody's happy.
Ahem.
and oh yeah.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMELIA!

Just a thought...

Memories seem to be such a waste. Useless things stored up, it seems to me at times. Sad memories always make you sad. But ever realised how even happy memories can make you sad when everything ends unpleasantly...?

She felt a seering pain,
rushing through her bosom.
And who would have thought,
that her life was, but wholesome?




She envelopes herself in,
her world of shadows.
wishes and ambitions crying out,
to her like ancient widows.




She wants to tell the world
of her pain, scream, screech, wail, shout.
But will anyone listen,
without a poundage of doubt?




She resigns herself to her fate
her story left, untold.
Still, crouching, mingling, with the dark
Letting herself unfold.




She is the divine creation,
consumed in her misery,
oh! what a paradoxical irony,
the creator of man, killed...
because she is... SHE.

And also SPIDER MAN 3.

YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! etc

X-3 is coming out.....

Whoever thought Jodie Sweetin was dead...

Ex-Full House Star: I Was Hooked on Meth
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 01, 2006 02:55PM EST

By Stephen M. Silverman

Former Full House actress Jodie Sweetin has made startling admission: she once had a daily methamphetamine habit.

The problems began when Full House ended its run in 1995, the actress told Good Morning America on Wednesday. "There is a certain sense of loss when a series ends. It is kind of hard to figure out who you are when you've lost your job at age 13, when that was basically how you identified yourself," says Sweetin, 24, who played Stephanie Tanner on the series.

Seeking a "normal" life, Sweetin attended high school and college, and was married by age 20 – to a Los Angeles policeman. But two years ago, feeling bored and being unemployed, she says she began experimenting with drugs and got hooked on meth.

After a three-day "lost" weekend, reportedly followed by an intervention staged by her former Full House costars Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, John Stamos and Bob Saget, Sweetin checked herself in to the Promises rehab facility for six weeks of intense treatment.

Sweetin now owns up to "living a total double life," she tells GMA. "I was married to a police officer – we are going through a divorce right now – he had no idea."

As for the future? "I want to make movies, TV series, wherever the career takes me," she says. "I really hope this isn't the last people hear of me. In fact, I would like to make this a footnote in my career, not the end."






P.S. I'M VERY EMOTIONAL ABOUT THE TOPIC.

MADNESS

Its been long since I wrote last. An able friend of mine reminded me of the joys of writing, and also reprimanded me on being "one un-original single wheat female" if I remember correctly...
Well, I have been walking. Not, well I admit, all the time, but yes most of the time. I have been on a trip. To the most far off places and back. I have been away with my body, my soul and I feel I can now return peacefully back to earth. I did write about "My trip to Varanasi" and also Ajmer. But that wasn't all. I had seen death, and now I was restless.
I took off like a sphinx spreading her wings far and wide and soaring above all. I was a prisoner of my agitated essence. I took off. I escaped.
Now I'm back. I can rest. My bird is peaceful.
It was maddening, I tell you. I had to prove to myself that I was still alive.
I had to flap my arms and legs, jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore I must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or else I am not alive.
So here I am, back. Again.

PART 1

Daddy's flown across the ocean

Leaving just a memory

A snap shot in the family album

Daddy what else did you leave for me

Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me

All in all it was all just a brick in the wall

All in all it was all just bricks in the wall...

running currently in my head...

St. Anger 'round my neck

St. Anger 'round my neck

He never gets respect

St. Anger 'round my neck



You flush it out, you flush it out

St. Anger 'round my neck

St. Anger 'round my neck

You flush it out, you flush it out

He never gets respect



Fuck it all and no regrets

I hit the lights on these dark sets

I need a voice to let myself

To let myself go free

Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets

I hit the lights on these dark sets

Put down your noose, I hang myself

St. Anger 'round my neck



I feel my world shake

Like an earth quake

It's hard to see clear

Is it me? Is it fear?



I'm madly in anger with you



And I want my anger to be healthy

And I want my anger just for me

And I need my anger not to control

And I want my anger to be me



And I need to set my anger free



Set it free

guess who's back...

Hey all, I am back. Back from the dead, most probably. But more importantly, I am here to say, and not to run away again...
see ya here, soon... very soon...