We strive for happiness in every possible way except one. We miss the morning dew. Yes, the tiniest droplet of a compound of two parts of hydrogen and one part of oxygen ushers in a new beginning, a new world. It says that the world has gone round 360 degrees. All the happiness are bestowed at our feet every morning. But alas! we dump them every time. Happiness, indeed, comes in tiny particles rather than in one bucket.

The blog...

...strives to express the basic feelings of life, in a humble way; with certain diversion, of course.. [:D]

Token of Love

>> Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Time: 4:30 PM Place: Airport

....this is the last and final call for passengers of Flight No. 0934...

Sreya reluctantly walked towards the boarding counter to collect her boarding pass. She was going to Delhi at her maternal uncle's place for a month. She wont be seeing Aakash for such a long period. She had dearly wished that Aakash would show up at the airport. He had promised to come and see her off when she apprised him about her vacation. She had childishly asked for a rose on the D-day, as a symbol of retention. But last night they had a fight. For reason unknown to her, Aakash was behaving rudely. "Perhaps, he was a bit upset as i wont be with him for a month," thought Sreya. It is normal in love, though. But she never had thought that Aakash wouldnot turn up. She sought for him for the final time amidst the crowd. There was no sign of him. Dejected, she headed towards the boarding counter where her parents were waiting for her.

Time: 4:45 PM Place: City Hospital

Aakash tried his best to get up from the hospital bed. He tried his best to open his eyes. He needed to go to the airport. Sreya must be waitng for him. But he couldn't.

Two bottles of blood were given to Aakash. There were injuries all over his body. His right ulna has broken into three pieces and his ankle has been dislocated. His condition was critical. If it had been a few more minutes late in bringing him, he would have been lost forever. It was a terrible accident. Actually he was heading towards the airport. When he got down from the bus he remembered about the rose he had promised. Luckily, he found a flower shop nearby. He got himself a beautiful red rose. "Sreya will be more than happy," he thought. He was bit upset with himself for fighting with her last night. Actually, he didn't want to believe that he wont be seeing or speaking to her for a whole month. He knew that his thinking was wrong. But still he was unable to refrain himself form thinking so.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that he was onto to the roads. There was no chance for the taxi's driver to break. It hit him severely, which left him unconscious.

Time: twilight Place: Near the accident spot

The little beggar-girl found a red rose left carelessly near the pavement. Stains of blood were on its leaves. Nevertheless, she picked it up. It was the first time that she was holding such a pretty flower in her small dirty hands. She had only seen them at the shop across the road. She proudly held it high. The sky had taken a beautiful hue of sepia. A plane flew by in the background. The rose was really looking beautiful.


Myself as defined..

>> Sunday, May 17, 2009

Well, i was very eager 2 take a personality test after seeing one in saim's blog.. I had been "irritating" him whenever i found him online.. But he never showed any signs of irritation though.. After all we are friends for 18years now!!!! [:)]

At last i found one likable.. Without wasting any time, i took up the test.. So here goes the results.....

Global Personality Test Results
Stability (90%) very high which suggests you are extremely relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.
Orderliness (46%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.
Extraversion (70%) high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.


The Earth from Space..

>> Thursday, May 14, 2009

Here is how our Earth looks from space.. :O

PHEW !!!!!


a pleasant morning.

>> Tuesday, May 12, 2009

It is a pleasant morning Aakash woke up to. The sun is shining brightly against the light blue canvass. The sky is clear, with patches of white clouds sailing here and there. It had rained last night. The air is full of freshness. The plants in the field has covered themselves with a fresh blanket of flowers. The squirrels are running here and there. There is the mother bird, feeding her "all time" hungry chicks. A rainbow has formed in the distant sky, but it is not very distinct. Patches of water...... o haseena zulfon waali jaane jahan....

The shrill sound of his mobile phone's alarm broke his dream. It is the third day in a row that this has happened. Somehow, he cannot complete his dream, nor can he live it!!!

Aakash got out of his bed. Yeah it is morning, but a gloomy one. All he could see were dark clouds hovering over. It had rained frightfully last night. Everything around is still wet. He glanced over his lone seasonal flowering plant. No!! No flowers still!! He is not sure how much longer he has to wait for a flower. Two street dogs are barking at a beggar. Perhaps he tried to steal some food which were meant for those dogs!!! "A mother bird feeding her chicks", he recalled his dream. Can he find something like that?? Oh, forget it!! There are no space in this jungle of concrete for a bird to nest!!! Perhaps he can sight a rainbow. No such luck either!! His day thus commenced. Again a day full of tensions, expectations, desires, hopes and finally their downfall. "I wish i could live in my dreams," he murmured.


The most anticipated call...

>> Friday, May 1, 2009

. . .
. . .
. . .
…..its better we go in our own ways den!!

Dats the best thing u can say.. I knew it all the time.. (sobs)
I thought that you would become a bit more responsible..

Where is responsibility coming over here?

Forget it.. Goodbye..

After 3 months or so…

Another morning Aakash woke up with dreamy eyes. It has been over a week that insomnia has engulfed his nights. He just can’t get her off his mind. She just comes into his thoughts and he can’t help it. In fact, he likes it. He likes thinking about her.

Actually Aakash and Sreya started seeing each other around 7 months earlier. They had met each other at a wedding ceremony. As usual Aakash was busy scanning the beautiful bongs that thronged the place. In an ethereal moment, he saw Sreya. Immediately, he began harbouring a crush on her. So it all started with a crush! After a few days, they went for a date, though the girl was a bit reluctant at first. But nevertheless, she went. Actually she had also developed a liking for him. Their dates went up in numbers day by day. Sreya was deeply in love with him. But Aaksh was never really serious about her. He was a guy with a very fickle mind. He never really gave any serious thinking on any matter. So the day she expressed her feelings, Aakash was perplexed. He did not know whether he loved her or not. After all it was just another crush. Just another!!!! He was not at all ready to take up the responsibility of love!!!

Things are different now. He knows that he loves her. He misses her. He misses her dainty smile, her lovely eyes, her feathery hands and above all her charming and lovingness character. Sreya is the best girl he could have ever find, if not the perfect. But it is too late to realize that. He has hurt her so very much. He can’t forget those sobbing eyes on the day they broke off. Its was all due to Aakash.

Late may be, but he decides to give her a call and apologize. Maybe she wont forgive, but at least he would know that. It was his first call in three months. He dials her number. The phone rings…

Sreya: (somewhat perplexed tone) Hello!

Aaksh: Hi Sreya!

A pleasant surprise Aakash! Never in my nightmares I thought that u would call me!!

Even I had never thought so. How are u?

Just getting used to a life without you!!


Sreya: So why did u call?

Aakash: I wanted to apologize.

You what!!!!!! Are u kidding?

No Sreya. I am serious. I am sorry that I hurt u so much!
I was not ready to take up the responsibility of love.

I know that Aakash...

I…I think that I love you.. Can we patch up Sreya? I miss you a lot.

I always knew you loved me. It was you who didn't. You still haven’t changed, Aakash
. Now u miss me, you want to patch up. But where were you when I needed you? You didn’t even bothered to find out how I was doing!!

I.. I thought you would be better without me.

Who asked you to think so much!!! Frankly Aakash,
its too late now for a patch up.

Cant you reconsider your decision?
Give me a call if you change ur decision.

Sure I shall. But don’t expect it. I have moved on.

Aaksh: Moved on?? Still, I shall wait. Bye. Take care.

Bye Aakash. You take care 2. And be happy with your life.

That night, Aakash received the most anticipated and beautiful call of his entire life!! It was from Sreya.


Yes, we can.. If we want 2

>> Thursday, April 30, 2009


The value of Rs. 500

Worth giving a thought, isnt it?


Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard

>> Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A masterpiece by Thomas Grey

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinkling lull the distant folds:

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a moldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share,

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the Poor.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:-
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.

Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes,

Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;
Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.

Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?

On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, --

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;

"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high.
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove;
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.

"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath, and near his favourite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

"The next with dirges due in sad array
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne,-
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

The Epitaph

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melacholy marked him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.


We, the people... have forgot to love our nation!!!

>> Sunday, April 26, 2009

Selfishness, delusion, hallucination, reverie and hatred has become the spinal cord of our lovely nation.. Where ever u we want to see happiness, we find grief.. We search for success, we find failures.. We search for solace, we find hatred.. Oh my lord!! Save thy people.. We have forgot to love, to share, to care.. We have been engulfed by some unknown giant, who seeks to meet their selfish needs.. I wish to jot down a poem which i had read in my skul days.. Maybe that will help to make some room for reconciliation..

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high..
Where knowledge is free...
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls...
Where words come out from the depth of truth..
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection...
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit..
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake..

Bless us, my LORD !!!


Now, and Always a Kolkata Knight Rider...

>> Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Of times; then and now...

>> Friday, April 10, 2009


Life dat was.... College life is one of those periods where we either make or break.. Whatever we may become, it is surely a golden period..


Then i found that small little group.. We shared and cared, laughed and cried, ran and walked.. We found solace among ourselves..


Few moments leave ever lasting impressions.. I just pray to return at dose times, only to be denied by shrewd and harsh reality..


Call it an excursion or an "arranged by the students" college trip, i take it as u say.. Coz no other memory in the world makes me more nostalgic than this one.. I miss the trip a hell lot..


Digha is the place i love to go again and again.. For those who dont know, this place is a sea side town, on the coast of Bay of Bengal, in West Bengal.. Its feels great to spend a weekend over here, and let the breeze run through your hair.. Amen..


Very few people have their childhood friends, still with them.. I am a damn lucky one..


Just shut up and listen !!!!!


>> Saturday, March 14, 2009

I am Soul

Hear day and night that you are that Soul. Repeat it to yourselves day and night till it enters into your very veins, till it tingles in every drop of blood, till it is in your flesh and bone. Let the whole body be full of that one ideal, "I am the birth less, the deathless, the blissful, the omniscient, the omnipotent, ever-glorious Soul." Think on it day and night; think on it till it becomes part and parcel of your life. Meditate upon it... All your actions will be magnified, transformed, deified, by the very power of thought. If matter is powerful, thought is omnipotent. Bring this thought to bear upon your life, fill yourselves with the thought of your mightiness, your majesty and your glory.

These conceptions of Vedanta must come out, must remain not only in the forest, not only in the cave, but they must come out to work at the bar and the bench, in the pulpit, and in the cottage of the poor man, with the fishermen that are catching fish, and with the students that are studying... If the fisherman thinks that he is the Spirit, he will be a better fisherman; if the student thinks that he is the Spirit, he will be a better student. If the lawyer thinks that he is the Spirit, he will be a better lawyer, and so on...

Swami Vivekananda


Courting New Impressions

>> Friday, March 13, 2009

The traditional philosopher would urge not to change yourself with time.. But realistically, is it possible?? I think not.. A world of countless individuals, changing all the time, proposing new theories, exploring the unexplored, inventing the unimaginable. Sitting amid, how is it not possible to harbor new ideas, new thoughts, new impressions???

I still remember the day i got my first and only (till date) offer letter. I had so many ideas, so many thoughts, so many wishes run through my mind in those few seconds. Life seemed to be complete. But again, i was yet to confront the blitzkrieg. Now i come face to face with the vagary of life, engaged in a slug fest. The brutal truth "life is not a bed of roses" is evident now. Now i have totally new sets of ideas about my life: the worst is yet to come.

Sitting in the comfort zone of my sweet little home is making me uncomfortable. An idle brain is cultivating moronic signatures in me. Passing days are making me more and more lazy, both mentally and physically. But even in these tough times, some events has led to the metempsychosis of my hopes. I have started to court new impressions, again!! An impression of a better time, an impression of a better life.

Let us divert from here and take a look upon the people around me. Situations coerce us to have new impressions about those who were a cause of concern for us. Alas!! Some are not any more. Times have changed, so has they, so have i. Nothing is stagnant over here. Time flows in its own jaunty attitude. But the morons like me get baffled. We dont realize the right time to move on. Some precious time of our small little lives get wasted understanding the harsh truth: people around us also court new impressions.

So here we go. So does the world. We all change. Changes are necessary. They teach us some valuable lessons of life, some lessons that leave on us enduring impressions, and even alters the rattling flow of our lives. Sometimes we waste a precious winter in the hope of enjoying the next. There is nothing we can gain by remaining imbecile. It is time when i start courting new impressions, instead of waiting for others to do the same.

"Stand up, be bold, be strong. Take the whole responsibility on your own shoulders, and know that you are the creator of your own destiny. All the strength and succor you want is within yourselves. Therefore, make your own future."



#1. Were you named after anyone?
Yeah.. A mountain under the sea.. [:O]
My name also suggests "son of an angel" which m truly is.

#2. When was the last time you cried?
Maybe at the age of 8 or 10 max...

#3. Do you like your handwriting?
English -- Ok
Bengali -- adorable (though i rarely write)
Hindi -- better to avoid asking.

#4. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Chicken... Sometimes Mutton. Depends on my mood.

#5. Do you have kids?
Time has not come to have one. [;P]

#6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
I would be my best friend.

#7. Do you use sarcasm?
Of course.

#8. Do you still have your tonsils?
Yeah.. [:(]

#9. Would you bungee jump?
I would love to..

#10. What is your favorite cereal?

#11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

#12. What is your favorite ice cream?
M not a great ice-cream fan. Whenever i have, i prefer cornetto.

#13. What is the first thing you notice about people?
I hardly notice.

#14. Red or Pink?

#15. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
My laziness, which is incorrigible.

#16. Who do you miss the most?
My school, and my TT club.

#17. Do you want everyone to complete this list?
I have my sympathy for those who want to.. [:D]

#18. What color pant and shoes are you wearing?
Maroon half pant, no shoes.

#19. What are you listening to right now?
The notification sounds of gtalk.

#20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

#21. Favorite smells?
Ummmm.. The smell of biryani. My appetite increases exponentially at those moments.

#22. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
My sister.

#23. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
I copy pasted from someone else's blog.

#24. Favorite sports to watch?

#25. Hair colour.

#26. Eye color.

#27. Do you wear contacts?
No. Spects are well enough (though i seldom use them).

#28. Favorite food?
Biryani.... Yummy..

#29. Scary movies or happy endings?
I dont watch scary movies. Happy endings are preferred, but sometimes realistic.

#30. Last movie you watched?
Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye.

#31. What color shirt are you wearing?
Grey and blue.

#32. Summer or Winter?

#33. Hugs or kisses?

#34. Any pets?

#35. Most likely to respond?
Anybody who wants to

#36. Least likely to respond?
Anybody who doesn't want to

#37. What book are you reading now?
Some training stuffs... [:x]

#38. What is on your mouse pad?
Its black in color.

#39. What did you watch on TV on last night?
ManU vs InterMilan.

#40. Favorite sound(s)?

#41. Rolling Stones or Beatles?
I dont listen..

#42. What is the farthest you have been from home?
Kashmir.. Everyone should pay a visit to this paradise.

#43. Do you have a special talent?
Yet to realize..

#44. Where were you born?

#45. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?
No one would bother to read so much..

#46. How did you meet your spouse/significant other?
Dont have anyone as of time..


I had a dream... Ya, that's a past tense!!

>> Saturday, January 17, 2009

How much pessimistic the caption may look like, how much poignant it may seem, to me it's the sinking star. Again, "sinking star" may sound pessimist. But does a sinking star really sinks? Nope it doesn't. It stays right above our head, all the time.

Actually, the caption is very much realistic, with a bit of optimism. I had a dream. I really had a dream when i was in class 10. Then again i had another replacing the one i had. All because it was fulfilled. Then again when i was in college, i again had one. Again it was replaced by a newer one. So it goes on this way. "The old order changeth yeilding place to the new". Life should move on.

Life is an act of scudding. And we are the runners. There is no place for 2nd over here. So we all need to win. So do i. But is it possible for everyone to win? Indeed it is. I am not running a race against anybody. Rather i am doing so against myself. A race to beat the previous record. As long as i can, i win. The moment i falter, i go back a few kilometers. The only way to win is have new goals. Rather new dreams i should say. So I had a dream.

I am dreaming of another now. I love to dream. And i shall always dream. I dream, therefore i exist. Actually, it is in our hands to succeed in life. It is our present that gives birth to the future. We dream at present. We succeed in the future.



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