Pouring thoughts!!

So,it’s been pouring since morning..though,it’s been eons since I’ve woken up to such a fresh morning where the leaves and soils are at their wet best. The puissant insects are reigning supreme all over. Some are lolled on by bed too..Bloody bugs.

As for me,I am hoping against hope that some skinflint folk like me will come to while away my time. Gosh! I can’t even do the-sexy-lady-with-a-coffee-mug-romantically-looking-from-the-window because upshot from my roasted window would be like lonesome-freaky-kid-stuck-with-a-glaring-from-the-window.I don’t even have any story book at this moment that will buoy up my mood from the drencher apart from my mathematics books and those are the last things I want to set my eyes on ,rain or no rain.

Even the crows refuse to perform their morning orchestra.The cats abhor  the downpour as well.The sexy female in the block recently had mushroomed  the puma world with six more folks.Thanks to the rain ,they have made our lawn their make shift home sweet home and two of the disproportionate off springs are hotfooting up and down a dirty ladder that is kept their , at random trying to steal my lunch kept in the kitchen that exists in its circuit. So my task at home is to be the watchdog.What absolute joy!!!

Its is still pouring.It is unbelieving that when I check the budding list that I made when I was not yet 18 ,as to what I should when I gain the official adulthood,little did I realize that almost all of those targets were left unfinished even two years after I did become 18.Maybe,the longing to do something bizarre springs up from extreme boredom regarding what one already does, or does not. I sleep so much that it has been a long time since I saw what the morning Sun looked like.I woke up today at 6 only because I had to(thank you,rain) and I propose to make up for that by sleeping the next twelve hour to glory. Such a dull and daffy morning .

Enough said.It’s astonishing what a person can do to kill her boredom.And I am still bored.If not even more! 

ataxia syndrome!

Ever wondered what being truly merry is all about? Being truly merry is something people quest for all their lives,even though, no matter how hard they may try, they never find it. Us mortals have forgotten the art of being blissful. We fret for what we don’t have, and  bit by bit life simmers down to gray  blobs of allergy. And then, when we stand at the  flip side of  nirvana; we wonder about the true context of all that has passed…

All right I am not going to burrow into all this cogitative and soapy gaga. But to think of it, our conventional teenage life has deafening streaks of complaints that will certainly seem frolicsome to us when we’ll become grey and wise. It’s a  demonstration of our ceaseless  turmoil , especially us girls. As much as we try not too, we grumble about something each moment.

During examination time, if we don’t study, we definitely have a big problem. But if we do, then whether others are doing as well or not is a big question. If the others do better, great- we have to face an even greater frustration( True, I’m still in Three I’s hangover). If we’ve got hold of some nice chic or guy (depending on our classification) then there is some problem or the other bubbling amidst the cuddling. If we are single, then all the people in love are profane bird-brained nincompoops. If we have the adequate curves then we complain of the satyric eyes of men (and girls like me). And if we don’t have the required stuff, then we cry out for attention from the opposite lads. When we look good and healthy we starve ourselves to become ultra- anorexic. If we are thin, and have the craved skeleton effect, we yen for some hormonal act of God that will make us fat. (Gee this line made me emotional…well almost) . If we are good at something we feel proud of it, and the sec someone else seems better, we submerse into the abysm called inferiority complex. We gripe, grumble and groan about life’s inconveniences to anyone who’ll listen. We’ll strike up a chat with a stranger by complaining about the weather and end our day by moaning about a horrible day we’ve had. I tell you, us she-beings take pleasure in feeling inferior at times. Dopey us!

A friend says that women are addled bisexual beings. Addled, yes I agree. Bisexual? Then I am in the majority. (We’ll have to be bisexual in this world where men these days wax and pedicure and flash their chest-hairlessness in a way as if their benign heart’s covering is as good as Maximilian armor. I tell you, all men on earth. We women are already perplexed soul. For God’s sake and your own, stop behaving like us. &  If you stop talking to me after reading this sentence I completely understand.

Damn. See? Even I am so confused that I  swerved from the topic and started chastening the chic-men.

The point is that there’s this sadistic desire to create problems even if we don’t have any..May be without such problems life will be all dull and daffy..

Perhaps that’s all what makes life worth its pain*(a ‘Shameful Sunrise’ product )

..Whatever.. I guess you’ve got the hang of it.

*(& yes, I’ll add this to my book of profound saying, thank you  for remembering.)

P.S:  This is absolutely not about me. But a general attempt at…errr.. generalization!

ahh poetry!!

‘’Somewhere ages and ages hence: 
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by, 
and that has made all the difference.’’

That was my first taste of Robert Frost. In 5^th grade, I took part in the recitation contest  and this is what our not-at-all-serious-girls-team chose to recite… I was too young to appreciate about the poetic freedom or iambus, but I thoroughly enjoyed reciting it. Must mention, this has got to be among the best-known-most often-misunderstood poems on the planet. Several generations of unmindful readers have turned it into a piece of Hallmark happy-graduation-son, seize-the-future hype. Anyways, that was my first titbit in poetry; needless to say, I fell in love with poetry! Keats, Blake (tiger tiger burning bright), Wordsworth (who can forget Daffodils), Angelou (Phenomenal Woman), E. E. Cummings (my favorite- I carry your heart with me)…I read them all. Only thing I self-disgust though-could not fix in the mind every line I ever read.

It’s stunning how some people (poets) can see ordinary things & make it poetry! Believe it or not, I’ve too have tried my hand at it –the less said about it the better folks! Flop is an understatement! Disaster is more the word.See, you have to be Frost to write about a road-honestly when I see a road, I just see -an identifiable route between two places which may or may not be available for use by the public! I know, I know, I’m horrifying! It’s hopeless, I tell you. Poets are born, not made-at least that’s what I tell myself to feel better about my non-success. True, if you’re not born a poet, 10,000 creative writing courses won’t turn you into one.

I also tried doing limericks. Here goes my first one ever, I wrote it when I was in my 12^th grade-(no comments on this please-I know what you’re going to say, so save it!)

I once knew a person named Bob

Whose looks would make you lob

He was a man from Tibet

Who couldn’t find a cigarette

Guess what? He was a vet.

There. Laugh. It’s ok, I completely understand. But  one thing. At least I had the guts to put it on my blog. So, I’m not that vile after all.

Enough. I’ll end this with my favorite lines(don’t worry, not mine.)-

Let me exist within my own,

I have appeased myself with my reality.

That which has stayed unfinished,

Let it stay that way,

Surpluses mar sanity…

(Amaake amaar moto thaakte daao,

Aami nijeke nijer moto guchhiye niyechhi…

Jeta chhilona, chhilona, sheta na pawaii thaak,

Shob pele noshto jibon…)

P.S: Yes,going on with my tendency of translating songs that manage to become my fixation, I have translated the song ‘Amaake amaar moto thaakte daao’ from the soundtrack of the Bangla-film ‘Autograph’, into English. I have adjusted a few words here and there for the sake of poesy.

White skin,Black soul

Is the whole country obsessed with skin lightening creams and pale people?A resounding YES! I’ve seen TV ads for “Fairness cream for men”. How much idiotic can this get? Until now, skin-lightening creams have been aimed almost particularly at women. This is the first launched nationally for men.These ads simply make me sick….they ennoble the idea that you have to be fair to be acceptable, marriageable and what-not….it’s a racist mind-trip with a twist. Even men are no longer shy of admitting they want to look good! Interesting to say the least!

If you check any matrimonial sites you’ll find that the ads nearly always mention the skin color of the prospective bride/groom.Of course, folk tales play their part too.The fair lady was always a princess while the wicked villain was a ‘kala kaloota’. The crow is treated dirty because it is black in color but it actually washes itself wherever it finds water. Amusing! Fairer women have more chances of landing wealthy grooms.Has there been any angel in your grand-mom stories who was dark/black?

I personally know lots of amply fair skinned girls and guys who are certainly ordinary looking, and I know an equal number of dark skinned, even pitch dark girls and guys,who have such charming features they’re absolutely beautiful to look at! But, if you were to ask an average Indian which one was the better looking they’d pick the plain one only because he/she is fair. How do you conclude that? These are just facts of life. Universal truth. You can’t renounce them. Fair is Fair, Dark is Unfair. What a pity! Everyone’s coming up with pro-fair tilts. It’s a shame that we don’t respect our color.

Well its ironic that we Indians who found the British calling us blacks are today marking our own country folks black..Quite frankly I think most of the blame (not all but most) falls on the media. Ads and movies are responsible for the ideas that exist in people’s minds..Not everyone is free from brainwash…come to think of it, all of us aren’t really free from influence. If anything can be done about appreciation of all ’skin color’ it has to be done at a rather large scale.I think rather than cribbing at the whole issue and trying to create greater differences we need to rationalize a solution..like they say-one drop is nothing…but it creates ripples in an ocean!

I guess what is more important is to have a whiter soul..Wake up guys, there are more important things in life than the color of skin. And please don’t give the crap about the fairness cream ads. I have never heard anyone got fired (or didn’t get a job) because of their skin color (not even models!). Curve up and prevail on the classy,noble side. Black is beautiful and it will forever be.

Updating nonsense!

I’ve decided to write  something very  nonsensical today,read at your own risk…me not responsible for you pulling your hair out.

Consider yourself warned–

Had a good day.

Yesterday was Wednesday.

Wednesday is when I go to St.Paul’s Cathedral.

Cathedral is where we pray.

Pray that I do what I’m having in mind now.

Now,I got a whole bunch of straight out haphazard things to talk about,I mean,write about.

About me and my mostly-insane-sometimes-unbearably-sane-self and me who’s  getting away from the shrink for quite a while now.

Now there are some things in life that never change-like,when you put women together into a room for a serious group-think,the first thing that happens is checking out each others clothes!

‘Clothes’..*sigh* Yes,ladies,we are that worthless!

Worthless fact no 1-Girls and boys do have something in common–both check out girls!

Girls,there I said it.

It’s fine if you’ve heard this already-doesn’t hurt to laugh again now,does it?

It is getting to my nerves doing doing what I’m doing.

Doing this kinda means I don’t have work right now.

Now,there’s a peeping cat on my head and it wants to know this-is plural of a computer mouse,mice?

Mice-come to think of it,’mouses’ sounds even more unseasoned,maybe mouse thingies or mouse thingums! Cute,eh? I mean my take on this -there is no plural,you can only talk about one mouse at any given point of time…makes life not burdensome,right?

Right,I’m just romanticizing in the last sentence.

End of the post.Go in peace!

On being eighteenth

& so God took six days to create everything that he had to create. On the seventh day he was very serene. He sat with a good old bottle of Jack Daniels at the beach and plopped his front porch for all the good job that he did. Then,millions of years later as he still was working on his dream called creating ‘people’ distinctly for this country which he categorically likes to fill with a lot *that* kind,he had some garbage.Seeing that he created me as a form of divine trash!!

And I continue to live as the last of its kind.I shall turn nineteen tomorrow and with divine good wishes I shall carry with me to my next year some off-color bouts of fever.Hail birthday spirit!

From tomorrow onwards,I shall officially lose my right to throw tantrums that can be simply passed off with a remark  ‘it’s her age.’

I shall be losing my teenagehood or whatever that is, though I still look like I can pass off as a preadult querulous kid.

I shall have to hide my buoyancy in almost everything with a pessimistic authenticity about the world where I comment on almost everything with a oh-i-know-about-this-too nod and continue with a see- how-the-world-is-changing kind of a sigh.

I am now officially supposed to act mature like, answer politely to all  questions  thrown at me  instead of answering with some badly deduced sarcasm. Anyway sarcasm doesn’t help anymore nowadays.

And yeah the impalpable look to almost all questions thrown at me will definitely have to go.

And so I shall enter a new decade of my life.

And I shall continue to live.Sigh!

My Noboborsho Resolutions-Giggle not you yecchy creatures..

Do not scoff at me, point at me and laugh (well you are free to do that ‘coz i wont care two pence because I’m used to it  .) I’ll make ‘Bengali new year resolutions and vow to keep them. The KKR team may actually win a match this edition, Suhel Seth and Mamata Banerjee might have a passionate, doting relationship but my resolutions will not be broken!

1. I will not warn my friends that Coffee House’s coffee renders men impotent.  I will especially not say this ‘coz my only evidence is a college street’s local crazy dog who might have been purposively made impotent so that the cafe’s owner could route all his (I mean the dog’s  ) sexual letdown towards the ones who play cards in the iconic C’House !

2. I will certainly not pipe dream about a certain professor ; I will not sit the first bench in his class and brainstorm if he looks better in stripes or checks, black or blue. It is offensive, blasphemous, indecent…but oh he is soooo….ok, SORRY!

3.I will try to summon into mind the names of all my friends’ boyfriends even if they substitute on a weekly or monthly basis. I will not mess up get-togethers by calling someone’s present boyfriend by their previous’s name. If two of best friends share one guy, I will try and admire their spirit of giving . Boy friends telling their girls choose between career, family and me …girls choosing the later with pride, sindoor mangalsutra style…I will not poke fun at these situations anymore.

4. I will not have chips. Every time fries cajole me with their smell and crunchy touch I will try to see in the mind’s eye the ocean of oil they have been drenched in.

There are piles of things that I need to do…like lose weight, write *substantial* blogs, delete Orkut account permanently ( snigger not you foul creatures  ) , read good articles like Garfield and Calvin_Hobbes and quote them in fair places and get through life without falling into gutters in every second step. So heres to the end of a year and to the beginning of another worthless year