i NEED my bike back....
its stifling out here...
i need to flee....
i need my BIKE....
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 08, 2007
[in the pic : ponchee the hungry birf and urs truly six drinks down]PRINCETON
PRINCETON last nite ws a lotta fun after a long long time...
mobilising tht social vehicle can be quite relaxing at times [or so i learnt]...
PRINCETON is better than most other night clubs in KOL...
surprisingly cheap booze ,nice comfy couches,dim lights ,irate bartender,obese bouncer,
and a band whose lead cannot sing to save his life,nice crowd comprising mostly of school kids
and trendy rebels.
and when u r in d company of some very good looking wemen...it gets tht lil better.
all tht mobility...meeting ,dating and cheating [as REX wud put it]...so much 2 see,learn n laugh about/at.
i like the wooden flooring there...
when i hve my own studio apartment il have wooden floors...
and one LAZY BOY couch...
Went to see my BEAST today...
she is getting all dressed up and draped in black and chrome...
when she hits d road...she will steal a lotta envious looks...
TATTOO's - i gotta take it to tht next decisive level...
tribals n barbed-wire s are getting painfully and mind-fuckingly boring.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
DEATH IS THE ULTIMATE AND RIGHTEOUS EQUALIZER
i was a witness to one more death 2day...
someone close to the family this time...
and i have come to the conclusion that if your not someone absolutely close to the deceased [no blood relation n such] and if ur still howling and crying buckets in front of her pyre,
then ur actually crying at your own closely guarded failures and personal loses
[ that girl/guy you thought you loved and who is now married with 2 kids
or ,tht exam you could never crack
or ,tht job u never had
or ,tht vacation u cannot afford
or ,those kids who never listen to u
or ,may be someone really close who is nomore
a jilted lover may be
a broken heart et all ]
i might be wrong but in the unlikely event tht i am,u have to gimme a darned good reason to prove your point.
i remember the first time i cried in a mourning house...
my late pishi who suffered from cancer which worsened into a paralysis and finally a very ,very early death.
it ws a friday and i had juz returned from P3's tuition.
i ws informed BHARATI pishi is critical,might not survive the night.
OK,here s wht u shd know ...BHARATI pishi ws married a year b4 dad and she used to visit our house probably once in 2-3months
or more or during some occasions n such.
n since i never ws exactly wht u wud like to call a SOCIALLY outgoing person [kid then],i ws not really very close to her.
i liked her though.she ws always good to me [like evry1 else] and the preetiest amongst all my dad's bro s n sis s [DAD follows closely behind though].
but the point im trying to make here is tht i was not very close to her,not close enof to cry seeing her having
convulsions and crying out in sheer agony n pain.
but whn i did see her amidst all her misery in the last hours of her life...i CRIED.
i cried like no other [and she was still breathing then,infact she passed away 48hours later or more may b]
i cried as if i really wanted to.
i cried as if i knew i ws going to lose something,someone close,something/someone i didnt want to lose.
and tht SOMEONE/SOMETHING ws not BHARATI pishi.
FLASH BACK to 6 hours from the time whn i started my crying marathon.
my "THEN" gf and i had this routine of meeting every friday after her computer classes and then going together to P3 classes
2gether.
so there i ws all of 17yrs,illusioned ,glassy eyed lover,waiting for his one true,blue love in front of her computer class ,waiting
for it to get over [ OK ,the year ws 2002,so mobile phone s were beyond d imagination for normal school kids{read non-maru kids}]
after waiting for almost an hour,i start walking towards P3 class - needless to say thoroughly pissed,extremely angry,dejected
and ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
i walk into P3 s class n there she ws seated beside a guy i hate till date ,with all her generosity and modesty and those
OH-SO-BEAUTIFUL eyes [ i loved those eyes].
i gave her "THE-LOOK" and it gave me immense pleasure to see her freezing.
P3 guessed the tension i suppose ,so didnt make an issue bout me being 45mins late and having missed almost d entire chapter.
so i seated my skinny lil ass [i ws 50kgs then] beside my "THEN" best frnd "K".
K did his lil friend [moi] a huge favour by revealing the whereabouts of my THEN gf.
he sed SHE ws at tht GUY's place [the guy she ws still seating beside and the guy i still hate].
KKAAAAA----BOOOOOMMMMMM
i honestly remember hearing explosions in my head.
if u KNOW me ,u d know thts not a good thing to happen to ME [even at 5feet 6inches and 50kgs].
class gets over and K sez ,and i quote - "i have some STUFF tht might make you feel better,u wanna try it??" [all in bengali,his grasp on the queens language
suckz till date]
he didnt even had 2 ask,he shd hav known the answer beforehand.
i take the STUFF... n im officially introduced to the high-headed world of OTC drugs.
i ask for few more of the STUFF from my generous THEN best frnd K humbly obliges.
i come back and im informed about BHARATI pishi s critical state.
and my crying marathon hears the gun shot.
i can give you another such example ,again from personal experience but may be later.
[I later learnt tht she went 2 get notes n tht she had called t ma place to inform tht she wont b able 2 make it 2 d computer class tht day but cdnt reach me ...
but by then the damage had been done]
i was a witness to one more death 2day...
someone close to the family this time...
and i have come to the conclusion that if your not someone absolutely close to the deceased [no blood relation n such] and if ur still howling and crying buckets in front of her pyre,
then ur actually crying at your own closely guarded failures and personal loses
[ that girl/guy you thought you loved and who is now married with 2 kids
or ,tht exam you could never crack
or ,tht job u never had
or ,tht vacation u cannot afford
or ,those kids who never listen to u
or ,may be someone really close who is nomore
a jilted lover may be
a broken heart et all ]
i might be wrong but in the unlikely event tht i am,u have to gimme a darned good reason to prove your point.
i remember the first time i cried in a mourning house...
my late pishi who suffered from cancer which worsened into a paralysis and finally a very ,very early death.
it ws a friday and i had juz returned from P3's tuition.
i ws informed BHARATI pishi is critical,might not survive the night.
OK,here s wht u shd know ...BHARATI pishi ws married a year b4 dad and she used to visit our house probably once in 2-3months
or more or during some occasions n such.
n since i never ws exactly wht u wud like to call a SOCIALLY outgoing person [kid then],i ws not really very close to her.
i liked her though.she ws always good to me [like evry1 else] and the preetiest amongst all my dad's bro s n sis s [DAD follows closely behind though].
but the point im trying to make here is tht i was not very close to her,not close enof to cry seeing her having
convulsions and crying out in sheer agony n pain.
but whn i did see her amidst all her misery in the last hours of her life...i CRIED.
i cried like no other [and she was still breathing then,infact she passed away 48hours later or more may b]
i cried as if i really wanted to.
i cried as if i knew i ws going to lose something,someone close,something/someone i didnt want to lose.
and tht SOMEONE/SOMETHING ws not BHARATI pishi.
FLASH BACK to 6 hours from the time whn i started my crying marathon.
my "THEN" gf and i had this routine of meeting every friday after her computer classes and then going together to P3 classes
2gether.
so there i ws all of 17yrs,illusioned ,glassy eyed lover,waiting for his one true,blue love in front of her computer class ,waiting
for it to get over [ OK ,the year ws 2002,so mobile phone s were beyond d imagination for normal school kids{read non-maru kids}]
after waiting for almost an hour,i start walking towards P3 class - needless to say thoroughly pissed,extremely angry,dejected
and ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
i walk into P3 s class n there she ws seated beside a guy i hate till date ,with all her generosity and modesty and those
OH-SO-BEAUTIFUL eyes [ i loved those eyes].
i gave her "THE-LOOK" and it gave me immense pleasure to see her freezing.
P3 guessed the tension i suppose ,so didnt make an issue bout me being 45mins late and having missed almost d entire chapter.
so i seated my skinny lil ass [i ws 50kgs then] beside my "THEN" best frnd "K".
K did his lil friend [moi] a huge favour by revealing the whereabouts of my THEN gf.
he sed SHE ws at tht GUY's place [the guy she ws still seating beside and the guy i still hate].
KKAAAAA----BOOOOOMMMMMM
i honestly remember hearing explosions in my head.
if u KNOW me ,u d know thts not a good thing to happen to ME [even at 5feet 6inches and 50kgs].
class gets over and K sez ,and i quote - "i have some STUFF tht might make you feel better,u wanna try it??" [all in bengali,his grasp on the queens language
suckz till date]
he didnt even had 2 ask,he shd hav known the answer beforehand.
i take the STUFF... n im officially introduced to the high-headed world of OTC drugs.
i ask for few more of the STUFF from my generous THEN best frnd K humbly obliges.
i come back and im informed about BHARATI pishi s critical state.
and my crying marathon hears the gun shot.
i can give you another such example ,again from personal experience but may be later.
[I later learnt tht she went 2 get notes n tht she had called t ma place to inform tht she wont b able 2 make it 2 d computer class tht day but cdnt reach me ...
but by then the damage had been done]
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