The Greatest Movies of All Times- top 5
1.The Shinning---nothing comes close to the situational fear psychosis created by Kubrick.
2.Apocalypse Now- " I like the sweet smell of napalm first thing in the morning"...and America went to fight someone else`s war.Till the bodybags started coming home.
3.Saptapadi- " Ei Poth jodi naah Shesh hoy tobey kemon hoto tumi bolo toh". for a Whole generation of bengalis, courtship began and ended the way Uttam kumar did it...
4.Casablanca. " Play it Sam,play it as TIME GOES BY".Bogart as the Acerbic,Darkly sardonic and grey Rick Blaine delivered a masterpiece.
5. Goonda: Mithunda aka Prabhuji delivers the greatest performance ever seen on Indian screens...only the buggers giving the Oscars havent seen it or heard of it ....
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Aat Chalish ki Last local...and all that
my fav local train: 2040 all stops to Trkswar.
A Classic Master card moment:
Coffee at CCD for two: 130 bucks
tips for the waiter: 10 Bucks
Four-cd pack of Gulzar : 900 bucks
The look on her face at getting wat she wanted to buy with her first salary: priceless.
P.S: will do anything, i repeat anything to have her repeat that look...
she is in control,i am comfortable with that...
A Classic Master card moment:
Coffee at CCD for two: 130 bucks
tips for the waiter: 10 Bucks
Four-cd pack of Gulzar : 900 bucks
The look on her face at getting wat she wanted to buy with her first salary: priceless.
P.S: will do anything, i repeat anything to have her repeat that look...
she is in control,i am comfortable with that...
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Big bad Brother...or is it A Stupid grt Oaf???
I feel strange,even scared at times when I hear that members of a Certain branch of Kolkata Police make it part of their routine office work to call up and abuse members of the peace-loving( LOVING is the Key-word) public and generally lecture (! ) them about something I consider a very private matter…viz…their love –life.
What kind of a creep does that…are those ppl out of minds to waste their time,tax-payers money and energy medling in someone else`s personal matters…
Through some ppl I know in the Police Dept , I have had first-hand insight of how abusive,thick and insensitive certain sections of the Force can be! Abusive is an understatement, I haven’t heard such colorful language even in a Kolkata Football League Match…
Any person who hasn’t been exposed to the murkier sides of life would feel unwell very rapidly when subjected to a Smooth menacing voice on the other side of the Fone” Laal Bajar thekey bolchiii” …
I would wet my pants if someone ever called me like that…
And for someone who has just taken a boldstep of Not only marrying outside his Religion, but also INTO a one of the most clannish and Conservative societies in the country. He ought to be scared shitless. After such a call, the best thing for him should have been to run,run hard,fast and for a very long time.
But he HAD faith in love,faith in justice,faith in Humnaity.
He just thought he might get away with antagonizing one of the MOST law-bypasing sections of Kolkata…the Marwari businessmen.
With the unholy trio of money-disregard for law- inherent recklesness , a Marwari businessman is the Worst thing that has ever happened to this city.
We Calcuttans just don’t deserve them.Niether did this young couple who had faith in love and its healing capacity. little did this young man realize his Father-in-law wouldn`t think twice before bumping him off…For Mr AT, a widowed Daughter is just another deal gone bad..for the time being that is !
He will find a better deal.For ppl like him,there is always some money to be made out of any deal,even if means selling your old folks down the river…
What is very very scary and appaling is that the Poor youth was hounded by the very ppl who ought to have provided him security in the first place.
The Anti-Rowdy Section of the Detective Dept of Kolkata Police has the express task of keeping Tab on the more unsavoury sections the society. Instead they call up ppl from the Police HQ telephone and abuse and threaten them of grave physical harm and generally discuss their parentage and professional careers.
And the cake is taken by the Comm Of Police, a stupid grt Oaf whose life-time achievement till now had been to be Elevated to the post of the Chief of the local cricket board.
Till now that is! Now he can boldly claim to be the only Cop in the country who comes on Natl tele to proclaim that someone`s private family matter is his area of interest ,and HE n his Dept has the sole authority to interevene in such matters.
PWD go take a hike, dig a drain.generally FUCK OFF!
No Fear,Kolkata Police Is here.
The mutton-headed lump of lard even went to the extent of proclaiming that he will intervene everytime someone falls in love.Mother,I dare you to intervene in mine…I will break ur ass..just dare it…
Well on second thoughts , u probably wont be there to intervene in any thing very shortly.
Mr CP,if u had the real thing in you,you should be trying to get Ranadeb and Macko in to the Indian team instead of this mess.
Probably, he wears Lux banyan n Chaddi.
Shit-head, go buy a Tommy Hilfiger,go undieless…but please don’t meddle in things that don’t bother you…
Look wat a fine mess you have got urself n ur juniors into!
Some of my close friends, all in India Govt Service , are vouching for the fact that the two senior IPS officers potraye by the media s the Big bullies are in fact rather Laid-back nice folks who probably just got presurised by their boss to act hard.now this same boss,the afore-mentioned Buffon is trying to bluster his way past a whole gamut of mediamen and the society in general.
But this time Mr Big Brother,u have miscalculated…u n ur Chaddi-yaar just made a very small mistake. U have underestimated the power of Indian youth.
Candle-light vigils in Park Street, public petitions, mass mailers, there is an air of protest mixed with indignant outrage around.
Maybe 5 yrs back,things like this went unnoticed.
Not now.
Not any more.
The same thing happened to Nitish Katara …poor soul paid the price for being just friends with Bharati Yadav, daughter of a rather infamous politician…
Result…
Six feet under…
The only difference being this time we calcuttans CARE.
Maybe a bit late. But we are raising our voices.
Khelengey hum jaan se
Khelengey hum shaan se
Nafrat se kya jitna
Jitengey hum Pyar mein
What kind of a creep does that…are those ppl out of minds to waste their time,tax-payers money and energy medling in someone else`s personal matters…
Through some ppl I know in the Police Dept , I have had first-hand insight of how abusive,thick and insensitive certain sections of the Force can be! Abusive is an understatement, I haven’t heard such colorful language even in a Kolkata Football League Match…
Any person who hasn’t been exposed to the murkier sides of life would feel unwell very rapidly when subjected to a Smooth menacing voice on the other side of the Fone” Laal Bajar thekey bolchiii” …
I would wet my pants if someone ever called me like that…
And for someone who has just taken a boldstep of Not only marrying outside his Religion, but also INTO a one of the most clannish and Conservative societies in the country. He ought to be scared shitless. After such a call, the best thing for him should have been to run,run hard,fast and for a very long time.
But he HAD faith in love,faith in justice,faith in Humnaity.
He just thought he might get away with antagonizing one of the MOST law-bypasing sections of Kolkata…the Marwari businessmen.
With the unholy trio of money-disregard for law- inherent recklesness , a Marwari businessman is the Worst thing that has ever happened to this city.
We Calcuttans just don’t deserve them.Niether did this young couple who had faith in love and its healing capacity. little did this young man realize his Father-in-law wouldn`t think twice before bumping him off…For Mr AT, a widowed Daughter is just another deal gone bad..for the time being that is !
He will find a better deal.For ppl like him,there is always some money to be made out of any deal,even if means selling your old folks down the river…
What is very very scary and appaling is that the Poor youth was hounded by the very ppl who ought to have provided him security in the first place.
The Anti-Rowdy Section of the Detective Dept of Kolkata Police has the express task of keeping Tab on the more unsavoury sections the society. Instead they call up ppl from the Police HQ telephone and abuse and threaten them of grave physical harm and generally discuss their parentage and professional careers.
And the cake is taken by the Comm Of Police, a stupid grt Oaf whose life-time achievement till now had been to be Elevated to the post of the Chief of the local cricket board.
Till now that is! Now he can boldly claim to be the only Cop in the country who comes on Natl tele to proclaim that someone`s private family matter is his area of interest ,and HE n his Dept has the sole authority to interevene in such matters.
PWD go take a hike, dig a drain.generally FUCK OFF!
No Fear,Kolkata Police Is here.
The mutton-headed lump of lard even went to the extent of proclaiming that he will intervene everytime someone falls in love.Mother,I dare you to intervene in mine…I will break ur ass..just dare it…
Well on second thoughts , u probably wont be there to intervene in any thing very shortly.
Mr CP,if u had the real thing in you,you should be trying to get Ranadeb and Macko in to the Indian team instead of this mess.
Probably, he wears Lux banyan n Chaddi.
Shit-head, go buy a Tommy Hilfiger,go undieless…but please don’t meddle in things that don’t bother you…
Look wat a fine mess you have got urself n ur juniors into!
Some of my close friends, all in India Govt Service , are vouching for the fact that the two senior IPS officers potraye by the media s the Big bullies are in fact rather Laid-back nice folks who probably just got presurised by their boss to act hard.now this same boss,the afore-mentioned Buffon is trying to bluster his way past a whole gamut of mediamen and the society in general.
But this time Mr Big Brother,u have miscalculated…u n ur Chaddi-yaar just made a very small mistake. U have underestimated the power of Indian youth.
Candle-light vigils in Park Street, public petitions, mass mailers, there is an air of protest mixed with indignant outrage around.
Maybe 5 yrs back,things like this went unnoticed.
Not now.
Not any more.
The same thing happened to Nitish Katara …poor soul paid the price for being just friends with Bharati Yadav, daughter of a rather infamous politician…
Result…
Six feet under…
The only difference being this time we calcuttans CARE.
Maybe a bit late. But we are raising our voices.
Khelengey hum jaan se
Khelengey hum shaan se
Nafrat se kya jitna
Jitengey hum Pyar mein
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Sarkari Steed n us
This concerns me a n very good Friend of mine, a rather multi-faceted genuis...
Eats well,drives well, Quizzes well...even plays Squash ( developed a Tennis elbow playing it!) .
Incidentally he is a also an employee of Pratibha Patil.
The culprit steed in question being a rather slow rumbling white Indigo without the customary hood ornament.
Every time the two of us travel it, some tragedy befalls us.
Tragedy 1:
After a long chat over endless cups of filtered black coffee and Dal-fry at his office, we moved towards The Taj to pick up some goodies from the Cake-Shop.
Alas the cake shop being closed we were just driving out ,when our reverie was rather rudely disturbed by the honking and impatient flashing of lights of a car behind us.
My friend immidiately asked his driver to slow down and then hell broke loose...or should i say a barrage of the choicest bengali adjectives were being hurled at us thru the open window of the over-taking Honda.
For Exactly 10 seconds,roughly the time it takes to cross the length of an indigo,
and
the Buggers Jaw dropped,and he was goading his driver to " step on it"
The next 2 minutes was straight out of a Cheap Hindi filum,the types were good cop is prevented by duty,changing lights and idiotiic pedestrains from tearing thru red light zones.
We stopped at the Red Light near National Library while the Honda just disappered down Alipur Road.
Tragedy 2:
A rather Shiity Monday evening we were driving along the BYpass towards Saltlake when just past the Sonar Kolkata ( Not Sonar Bangla !) a red Maruti materialsied out of nowhere and hit out car.
AC off.
Red Lights On.
Give chase.
Catch Bugger near the stadium.
My Pal n I jump out of the Car,driver runs and blocks the road.
The driver was sweating profusely and the passenger looked like he was having a Myocardial Infarction ...
sweat running down the face, face flushed, eyes goggled at Unknown and rather dangerous results ( Thana, third-degree, Police case, Photo in newspapers,coming out of Sessions court with gamcha/hanky/ Old newspaper on the face) .
Driver" Dada maaney Sir please bhul hoye gechey...maaney i never drive in Kolkata...maaney i am from Bardhaamaan" maaney aar hobey naah...sir please"
We barely controlled ourselves from bursting out in laughter and walked off...
stopped the car in a secluded stop near the SAI campus and ran out of the car bursting at the seams.it was THE MOST INNOVATIVE excuse i have ever heard in my life...
period...
Eats well,drives well, Quizzes well...even plays Squash ( developed a Tennis elbow playing it!) .
Incidentally he is a also an employee of Pratibha Patil.
The culprit steed in question being a rather slow rumbling white Indigo without the customary hood ornament.
Every time the two of us travel it, some tragedy befalls us.
Tragedy 1:
After a long chat over endless cups of filtered black coffee and Dal-fry at his office, we moved towards The Taj to pick up some goodies from the Cake-Shop.
Alas the cake shop being closed we were just driving out ,when our reverie was rather rudely disturbed by the honking and impatient flashing of lights of a car behind us.
My friend immidiately asked his driver to slow down and then hell broke loose...or should i say a barrage of the choicest bengali adjectives were being hurled at us thru the open window of the over-taking Honda.
For Exactly 10 seconds,roughly the time it takes to cross the length of an indigo,
and
the Buggers Jaw dropped,and he was goading his driver to " step on it"
The next 2 minutes was straight out of a Cheap Hindi filum,the types were good cop is prevented by duty,changing lights and idiotiic pedestrains from tearing thru red light zones.
We stopped at the Red Light near National Library while the Honda just disappered down Alipur Road.
Tragedy 2:
A rather Shiity Monday evening we were driving along the BYpass towards Saltlake when just past the Sonar Kolkata ( Not Sonar Bangla !) a red Maruti materialsied out of nowhere and hit out car.
AC off.
Red Lights On.
Give chase.
Catch Bugger near the stadium.
My Pal n I jump out of the Car,driver runs and blocks the road.
The driver was sweating profusely and the passenger looked like he was having a Myocardial Infarction ...
sweat running down the face, face flushed, eyes goggled at Unknown and rather dangerous results ( Thana, third-degree, Police case, Photo in newspapers,coming out of Sessions court with gamcha/hanky/ Old newspaper on the face) .
Driver" Dada maaney Sir please bhul hoye gechey...maaney i never drive in Kolkata...maaney i am from Bardhaamaan" maaney aar hobey naah...sir please"
We barely controlled ourselves from bursting out in laughter and walked off...
stopped the car in a secluded stop near the SAI campus and ran out of the car bursting at the seams.it was THE MOST INNOVATIVE excuse i have ever heard in my life...
period...
Monday, August 13, 2007
Football:1
Five footballers NEVER to have played in the World Cup.
- George Best
- Eric Cantona
- Ryan Giggs
- Jean-Pierre Papin
- David Ginola
Friday, May 25, 2007
One ups...( thanks Atrida)
The two instances of somebody gaining one-up on wat in kolkata we would generally classify as “Dalals”( not the Mithunda variety though)
- An old gentleman,father of one of our mutual friends was huffing and puffing his way up to the Mall in Darjeeling when out of the Thin Air( no pun) materialized a puny character in a dirty jacket… wat followed was utter mayhem…
Uncle Types( UT)..babago aar paari naah…aar koto tah re baba???
Dirty jacket ( DJ) babu...babu...oh babu...
UT: ki holo baba? ( groaning…his way up another bend)
DJ: babu..kanchi laagbey Kanchi>>>
UT: ( too breathless to be outraged) naah baba…ketey poro
Persistent DJ follows
DJ: babu ekdom fresh hobey…ekdom baacha…
UT: ( gasping for breath at a turn)
“ kanchi toh chai naah….kintu ekta BENCHII jogar korey ditey paarbey ???”
DJ vanishes rapidly in to the evening mist.
2.This one concerns a rather grizzled quizzard of Kolkata, one reputed to have pummeled the Security officer and driver of some All India Service officer,for disregarding traffic rules at
This rather hefty and honorable gentleman n his friend, after a rather heavy meal at Mocambo, were walking towards their car parked at Middleton Row, when they were joined in their wake by a shady character peddling(!) even murkier wares.
O.Q n Pal: Ki chai??
S.C: babu laagbey naaki?
O.Q : Ki ???? ( brain function dimmed by too much of greasy muck)
S.C: jai chai..college girl…housewife…jah laagbey hobey…
O.Q : dhur saala..paala ekhon…
Meanwhile they have crossed
S.C : babu..ki laagbey bolun naah…saara raater jonno chai? College-girl…Miss
laagbey…
Now our mutual friend is at the and of his patience.Wit n sense of humor still intact
though!
O.Q: (in his smoothest voice, with hand on the shady characters` shoulder)
Ogulo toh chai naa..kintu tomakey ki pawas jaabey???
S.C.: cheeeeecheeee( electrified) lojjja korey naah??/
Cheeeeecheeeee…(.backing up rapidly) chee cheee…bhodrolok naah aaro
kichu.?….
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Bliss is
no..am not talking bout the windows default wallpaper...
1. wen VPN is not conecting,so I neednt/cant open Outlook express...
2.the swooshing sound of my Dreisigacker concept II hatchets on the placid waters of the lake...
3.the crackling of leaves on under my sneakers while huffing n puffing round the lake.
4.the snarl of my yamaha in 2 nd gear( pulsar anyone???)
5.being able to work out a real toughie posed by Jayashreedi/Shouvikda/Abuda...
6.Cello Kabab at PC...
aauwwww..VPN is back...
back to work...
1. wen VPN is not conecting,so I neednt/cant open Outlook express...
2.the swooshing sound of my Dreisigacker concept II hatchets on the placid waters of the lake...
3.the crackling of leaves on under my sneakers while huffing n puffing round the lake.
4.the snarl of my yamaha in 2 nd gear( pulsar anyone???)
5.being able to work out a real toughie posed by Jayashreedi/Shouvikda/Abuda...
6.Cello Kabab at PC...
aauwwww..VPN is back...
back to work...
Monday, April 23, 2007
lessons from Orkut...
this online community has taught me some hard lessons
1.never talk to any unknown/semi-known female...you may end up trying to explain Douglas Adams to them.
2. never accept invitations from ppl who have pics of filmstars/hot babes/death metal artists as thier profile pic.
3. never discuss Quizing funda in scrap books....
there are saner ppl around...not everyone understands the RHINO-BULL and ADIDAS fundas...
4.never visit someone`s profile just because some nerd i know knows him/her...
5.never join a community cause some female you have taken a fancy to is a member of it...females become member of SUZLON/BCG/KPMG/ABB communities cause they think mech engg/investment bankers need visual viagra...we are NOT interested in part-time jobs which MIGHT pay us 30000+ per month...we are part of our organisations online community...not some same-sex fetish club...
5.never try for blind dates..dates are blind...the eye-opener is your credit-card bill...
6.lastly...never visit your ex-flame`s profile...her name on the list of my profile visitors have given me a bad case of Acidity...
1.never talk to any unknown/semi-known female...you may end up trying to explain Douglas Adams to them.
2. never accept invitations from ppl who have pics of filmstars/hot babes/death metal artists as thier profile pic.
3. never discuss Quizing funda in scrap books....
there are saner ppl around...not everyone understands the RHINO-BULL and ADIDAS fundas...
4.never visit someone`s profile just because some nerd i know knows him/her...
5.never join a community cause some female you have taken a fancy to is a member of it...females become member of SUZLON/BCG/KPMG/ABB communities cause they think mech engg/investment bankers need visual viagra...we are NOT interested in part-time jobs which MIGHT pay us 30000+ per month...we are part of our organisations online community...not some same-sex fetish club...
5.never try for blind dates..dates are blind...the eye-opener is your credit-card bill...
6.lastly...never visit your ex-flame`s profile...her name on the list of my profile visitors have given me a bad case of Acidity...
Saturday, April 21, 2007
inside stuff
if somebody is looking for the corporate withe shittest
1.Corporate Social Responsibility
2. Corporate Governance
3.Transparency
4.Retention/attrition rate.
5. Joke of an HR policy.
6. Underpaying.
Look no further.
look at the one i work for.
Land grabbing...yes
bribing on a mass-scale...yes...
bending rules...YES.
going back on promises...han bhai haan...
nepotism...sure
leave it or fuck off policy...roger that...
worst part is we have the best qualified and most dedicated team led mostly by a pack of Gutkha-chewing managers,who dont realise the simple fact that their strange antics really hurt the overall image of the MNC....
hate to see hot-shot managers squirm and look away when the Boss-Guy starts chewing Gutkha during a meeting...
Respectable CMD...
please do somethingg...really loved it when u were the hands-on boss...
lead the way../
all the way....
Amen....
1.Corporate Social Responsibility
2. Corporate Governance
3.Transparency
4.Retention/attrition rate.
5. Joke of an HR policy.
6. Underpaying.
Look no further.
look at the one i work for.
Land grabbing...yes
bribing on a mass-scale...yes...
bending rules...YES.
going back on promises...han bhai haan...
nepotism...sure
leave it or fuck off policy...roger that...
worst part is we have the best qualified and most dedicated team led mostly by a pack of Gutkha-chewing managers,who dont realise the simple fact that their strange antics really hurt the overall image of the MNC....
hate to see hot-shot managers squirm and look away when the Boss-Guy starts chewing Gutkha during a meeting...
Respectable CMD...
please do somethingg...really loved it when u were the hands-on boss...
lead the way../
all the way....
Amen....
Friday, April 20, 2007
Water Mgmt...???CII( why???)
Some misbegotten morn from CII Kolkata chapter wants me to attend some shit seminar on " water Management in 21st Century" at the park.
Who the fuck gave him my office id.???( ITFM_PUNE...grrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Who pays to go to Park?
Who cares for some crap organised by CII,Kolkata chapter???
Feels creepy to know some clerk at some Lobbying platform has my Email id.
feels even creepier to know he knows " ami ektu jolopothey jai".
He even knows i go to the Park regularly.
Is the big brother watching?
who?
wo?
wat>?
Wer???????????
need to unplug the compu,throw away the Credit Cards, and even my employee id.
take out the bike.
ride to goa////
just lose myself in the crowd.
Who the fuck gave him my office id.???( ITFM_PUNE...grrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Who pays to go to Park?
Who cares for some crap organised by CII,Kolkata chapter???
Feels creepy to know some clerk at some Lobbying platform has my Email id.
feels even creepier to know he knows " ami ektu jolopothey jai".
He even knows i go to the Park regularly.
Is the big brother watching?
who?
wo?
wat>?
Wer???????????
need to unplug the compu,throw away the Credit Cards, and even my employee id.
take out the bike.
ride to goa////
just lose myself in the crowd.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
the KID GAL...as tommy would say...
i cant be like the silent Rothschild...i really dont want ot call her the day before her marriage and tell her" i cant come to youe wedding,cause you were the one lady i wanted in my life"...
The Rothschild is strong....maybe stoic...i certainly am neither.
So i would rather make ann effort right now and just tell her what my feelings are like.
i have always loved her for the last 8-9 odd years,loved her to destruction..almost.
barely came back from the brink.
Loved.
fell from grace.
survived.
i have nothing to lose.
i am beyond loosing anything more.
so might as well tell her everything.
how i went green in envy.
how i went insane in jealousy.
a cool head would have helped matters....
but i had no one to confide in...
the gang was clueless...
parents just wanted me to get out of Tech school alive and with a degree...
watever happened on the night of 30 th June 2001 was sheer madness on my part.can never ever forgive myself for shouting at her,for being so mean and sleazy and personal.
i went overload and said things which i can now categorically state is sheer madness...
used to love..had to lose her...
i tried everything to forget her.
eveything i could.
dated a series of pretty girls,smart girls,rich girls...
buti could never forget her.
maybe..
she is unfinished business to me.
i need to close the account.
i could not bring myself to walk into lake club.it hurted like hell.
it really did.
until one day i just dared to do the unthinkable.
i walked into Lake Club and took a rowing membership.
i wanted to put back the pieces of my life.
else its completely a love`s labour lost.
i am a grown-up guy..i cant live liike a zombie,not any more....
not one more day...
the whole quiizing gang has given me strength,confidence and a will to take things as they come.
i was very afraid,maybe mortally afraid of loosing her.
now
i have LOST her.
so, dats all about it.
i miss her every corner of the road,
every nook and cranny of the lake...every course..every day every race.
i just miss her...
i realise its all my fault..how much i try to pass on the blame on my mom////
shit happens...
but i should have acted like an adult...not like an imbecile.
maybe i freakewd her out..more than once...
repeatedly...
but i know she is better than me...nicer than me...more forgiving,sweeter,much more balanced.
atleast i have one bog friend on my side...her MOM...
kakima is a sweet-heart.
dats a big saving grace.
we were young and restless...the age was very bad...
we took independant decisions...some right ,some wrong...
mostly wrong as far my decisions are concerned.
silly me...
now i need to talk to her calmly,sweetly,decently and reasonably.
she will see reason.
reson is the key.
LOVE is a bigger reason.
Who needs a reason when love bites.
love hurts.
i want her back.
period.
The Rothschild is strong....maybe stoic...i certainly am neither.
So i would rather make ann effort right now and just tell her what my feelings are like.
i have always loved her for the last 8-9 odd years,loved her to destruction..almost.
barely came back from the brink.
Loved.
fell from grace.
survived.
i have nothing to lose.
i am beyond loosing anything more.
so might as well tell her everything.
how i went green in envy.
how i went insane in jealousy.
a cool head would have helped matters....
but i had no one to confide in...
the gang was clueless...
parents just wanted me to get out of Tech school alive and with a degree...
watever happened on the night of 30 th June 2001 was sheer madness on my part.can never ever forgive myself for shouting at her,for being so mean and sleazy and personal.
i went overload and said things which i can now categorically state is sheer madness...
used to love..had to lose her...
i tried everything to forget her.
eveything i could.
dated a series of pretty girls,smart girls,rich girls...
buti could never forget her.
maybe..
she is unfinished business to me.
i need to close the account.
i could not bring myself to walk into lake club.it hurted like hell.
it really did.
until one day i just dared to do the unthinkable.
i walked into Lake Club and took a rowing membership.
i wanted to put back the pieces of my life.
else its completely a love`s labour lost.
i am a grown-up guy..i cant live liike a zombie,not any more....
not one more day...
the whole quiizing gang has given me strength,confidence and a will to take things as they come.
i was very afraid,maybe mortally afraid of loosing her.
now
i have LOST her.
so, dats all about it.
i miss her every corner of the road,
every nook and cranny of the lake...every course..every day every race.
i just miss her...
i realise its all my fault..how much i try to pass on the blame on my mom////
shit happens...
but i should have acted like an adult...not like an imbecile.
maybe i freakewd her out..more than once...
repeatedly...
but i know she is better than me...nicer than me...more forgiving,sweeter,much more balanced.
atleast i have one bog friend on my side...her MOM...
kakima is a sweet-heart.
dats a big saving grace.
we were young and restless...the age was very bad...
we took independant decisions...some right ,some wrong...
mostly wrong as far my decisions are concerned.
silly me...
now i need to talk to her calmly,sweetly,decently and reasonably.
she will see reason.
reson is the key.
LOVE is a bigger reason.
Who needs a reason when love bites.
love hurts.
i want her back.
period.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Kolkata Quizzing…the citizens…and the also rans…part 1
( this is a rather humble effort of mine to just jot down a few words about some the rather interesting people I have managed to meet in course of my rather uneventful and thoroughly mediocre quizzing endeavors)
Shouvik Guha aka Holy Smoke, The Great Man.- Civil servant by profession, Quizzard by passion Shouvik Guha`s passion for knowledge,understanding and his absolutely no-airs attitude is what makes him the very best around.
Nothing is too trivial,no knowledge is too esoteric for him.hmmm maybe he cant recognize between Fergie of Black Eyed Peas and Amy Lee of Evenescence …but well that’s about it.
If its to be known and assimilated and shared,SG is the man.
Foor him,the funda is simple.
ITS ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS AND I NEED TO KNOW.
Mind it,he wont ever remember things that don’t interest him.
Ultimately everything boils down to his basic love for the wide big world of knowledge sharing.He has won everything that can be won in this country and can rightfully claim( which he would never) to be the very best quizzard around.
The very first tijme I met him I in small dusty room in gariahat market, I was just taken aback by his sheer interest to learn. Guess that’s what keeps him going.plus maybe the fact that he absolutely yearns to see Quizzing as a hobby and a sport grow in this part of India once again.
One of the oldst hands in Indian Quizzing,SG`s greatest strength is his open mnd and his ability to learn and come back next time,next quiz.
First quiz we attended was St Paul`s North Point Inter-School Alumni Quiz at the Oberoi where funnily enough I managed to beat him.The real fun started after the Quiz ended.SG,me,Sumantra and some kids just stood around with our tipples and did a whole round on Tintin and Asterix…Feluda too for good measure…we went home reeling…
Later the whole relationship took a different turn when one forgetaable quiz later,he curtly told me and Sumantra to drop in at DI. Holy Cow! SG has invited us kids to DI,the Mecca of Indian Quizzing.Therein started what I can proudly say one the best Teacher-Student relationships in my life…one I never want to end.
At DI,we were party to his rather long cherished dream of Setting up a Quizzing Foundation in Calcutta, a dream he and some other old hands like AB, KB and JaP have discussed for hours over endless glasses of Scotland`s finest and DI`s oiliest.
Though his dream of never been crowned Mastermind India will foreverstay with him,surfacing only with close few over a glass of his favourite,I can proudly say I have sat in quizzies with theVERY Best Quizzard tthis country has ever produced.
Shouvik Guha aka Holy Smoke, The Great Man.- Civil servant by profession, Quizzard by passion Shouvik Guha`s passion for knowledge,understanding and his absolutely no-airs attitude is what makes him the very best around.
Nothing is too trivial,no knowledge is too esoteric for him.hmmm maybe he cant recognize between Fergie of Black Eyed Peas and Amy Lee of Evenescence …but well that’s about it.
If its to be known and assimilated and shared,SG is the man.
Foor him,the funda is simple.
ITS ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS AND I NEED TO KNOW.
Mind it,he wont ever remember things that don’t interest him.
Ultimately everything boils down to his basic love for the wide big world of knowledge sharing.He has won everything that can be won in this country and can rightfully claim( which he would never) to be the very best quizzard around.
The very first tijme I met him I in small dusty room in gariahat market, I was just taken aback by his sheer interest to learn. Guess that’s what keeps him going.plus maybe the fact that he absolutely yearns to see Quizzing as a hobby and a sport grow in this part of India once again.
One of the oldst hands in Indian Quizzing,SG`s greatest strength is his open mnd and his ability to learn and come back next time,next quiz.
First quiz we attended was St Paul`s North Point Inter-School Alumni Quiz at the Oberoi where funnily enough I managed to beat him.The real fun started after the Quiz ended.SG,me,Sumantra and some kids just stood around with our tipples and did a whole round on Tintin and Asterix…Feluda too for good measure…we went home reeling…
Later the whole relationship took a different turn when one forgetaable quiz later,he curtly told me and Sumantra to drop in at DI. Holy Cow! SG has invited us kids to DI,the Mecca of Indian Quizzing.Therein started what I can proudly say one the best Teacher-Student relationships in my life…one I never want to end.
At DI,we were party to his rather long cherished dream of Setting up a Quizzing Foundation in Calcutta, a dream he and some other old hands like AB, KB and JaP have discussed for hours over endless glasses of Scotland`s finest and DI`s oiliest.
Though his dream of never been crowned Mastermind India will foreverstay with him,surfacing only with close few over a glass of his favourite,I can proudly say I have sat in quizzies with theVERY Best Quizzard tthis country has ever produced.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Take that!
Yesterday evening in the FM radio some RJ managed to get on air Rakhi Sawant...
the paragon of virtue she is, this marathi female has managed to titilate our rather pure unblemished mind in engg college hostel in more ways than one.
last evening she was rather livid with a director-producer who is threatning(!) to release a film called "OUTSOURCED" in which our dearest rakhi has done some scenes she considers bold...
now our proma donna was unaware of the fact that the director-producer may try to encash on his leading lady`s liplocking endeavours...
i personally cant wait to watch Rakhi Sawant`s first role a leading(!) lady...
brave director-producer bring it on...
once and for all end this starlet with more silicon than a P5 machine`s acting ambitions.
We demand its releaase under Right to Information.
the paragon of virtue she is, this marathi female has managed to titilate our rather pure unblemished mind in engg college hostel in more ways than one.
last evening she was rather livid with a director-producer who is threatning(!) to release a film called "OUTSOURCED" in which our dearest rakhi has done some scenes she considers bold...
now our proma donna was unaware of the fact that the director-producer may try to encash on his leading lady`s liplocking endeavours...
i personally cant wait to watch Rakhi Sawant`s first role a leading(!) lady...
brave director-producer bring it on...
once and for all end this starlet with more silicon than a P5 machine`s acting ambitions.
We demand its releaase under Right to Information.
Friday, June 02, 2006
a series of mail: marriage anyone?
Behind this posting lies aseries of mails i exchanged with my best friend Aryabrata, a gem of a person,somebody who manages to hide a very sharp and balanced mind behind a facade of practised and easygoing ignorance to most( not all) worldly matters.
Whenever i am down,out and looking for some real solid advice,arya is the guy i call up.
His clear thinking and simple dedicated line of thought is a welcome break from all the complications of most people around me.
Read on
ok
.But it escapes me why the bright young men of our country,most of whom are capable of 3000-odd lines of complex Java programming or can manufacture a valve/car/turbine as per SIX-SIGMA specifications, are considered NOT GOOD ENOUGH and absolutely incapable of marrying the woman they love???
Is it because these bright young men(BYM) are too self-centred or too nice to open their mouth and rightfully declare their love when the crunch comes???
or is it because...inspite of our big talks of liberalisaton and open society, we are still stuck in 18 th century traditional values as far as the position of women in our society is concerned????
do fathers still consider their daughters as part of the furniture and a burden...something(!) to be disposed off at the earliest opprtunity???
YES...they do.Because we, the BYM of India are not doing anything to prove them otherwise.We are not coming forward and professing our love for these AMAZING YOUNG LADIES,so these fathers have no idea about how much their daughters mean to us...how precious and wonderful they are!so for lack(????) of better alternatives, they marry of their daughters with some loser who has spent all his adolescent and adult life calling up the girls` hostel and asking random females"will you make a meet with me???"
hahahahahahah.
Ki aar bolbo...jaago purush jaago.
COME RISE IN LOVE
dont fall in it.
byomkali
On Tue, 30 May 2006 aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com wrote :>
Dear satyaki,
May be u are right . But this is a ageless tradition which till this date has kept its standing and has led to many happy>lives . may be it is right that 2 or 3 yrs is not the right time to know a person specially cause>u cannot be as close to a person as u can be after marriage . That why many a love marriage 's break up . Take the case>of shreya only . It was a fairy tale union for her but at this phase of life she is reeling under a sense of rejection and unfound love .>That s life . Its not that i am telling that arranged marriages can bring u lot of happiness or that they are eternal .
>But they too carry a different ideology when it stamps a union of two hence unknown persons in body and spirit .>>
But still I too believe that love marriages are far better than the arranged ones since here the positives and negatives
>are both in ur hands and the future is only urs . good or bad . Still this is the experience of only a lucky few.>
>And I I don't think we are quite lucky in this front .
Hence start to luv arranged marriages . .....>>this is the morale of my reply !!!!!!!!
!>>>Love>>
>Arya>>>>-----
Original Message----->
From: satyaki bhattacharya [mailto:satanbug21@rediffmail.com]>Sent: Monday, May 29, 2006 11:06 PM>
To: aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com>
Subject: Re: RE:>>>>>
marriages depress me because chances are they are mostly an union of a male and a female who dont know each other.>
they are dragged into it by their parents.
>the girl is giong along because she is lead to believe that the person her parents have chosen for her is BETTER than the person she loves.>
the guy goes along cause he knows the girls dad is giving him a substancial dowry.>plus he has already lost the girl he liked.
Until and unless its love marriage( they rarely are)>its something very depressing for me.>
because its a big compromise
On Sat, 27 May 2006 aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com wrote
>why do marraiges depress u
especially others ! nijer biya mana galai ghanti can be quite depressing but others can be fun ....> jai hok phone kaj korcha
Original Message----->
> From: satyaki bhattacharya [mailto:satanbug21@rediffmail.com]> >Sent: Friday, May 26, 2006 8:25 PM>
>To: aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com> >Subject: Re:> >> >> >> >
guru>
ami bhalo aachi
ekhane shob thikthak cholche.>
>may go to kolkata on july 20 th for mashir cheler biye.> >
i hate marriages ,so may not even go.>
>marriages depress me.>
>very much.>
>take care> >
love
sattu
Whenever i am down,out and looking for some real solid advice,arya is the guy i call up.
His clear thinking and simple dedicated line of thought is a welcome break from all the complications of most people around me.
Read on
ok
.But it escapes me why the bright young men of our country,most of whom are capable of 3000-odd lines of complex Java programming or can manufacture a valve/car/turbine as per SIX-SIGMA specifications, are considered NOT GOOD ENOUGH and absolutely incapable of marrying the woman they love???
Is it because these bright young men(BYM) are too self-centred or too nice to open their mouth and rightfully declare their love when the crunch comes???
or is it because...inspite of our big talks of liberalisaton and open society, we are still stuck in 18 th century traditional values as far as the position of women in our society is concerned????
do fathers still consider their daughters as part of the furniture and a burden...something(!) to be disposed off at the earliest opprtunity???
YES...they do.Because we, the BYM of India are not doing anything to prove them otherwise.We are not coming forward and professing our love for these AMAZING YOUNG LADIES,so these fathers have no idea about how much their daughters mean to us...how precious and wonderful they are!so for lack(????) of better alternatives, they marry of their daughters with some loser who has spent all his adolescent and adult life calling up the girls` hostel and asking random females"will you make a meet with me???"
hahahahahahah.
Ki aar bolbo...jaago purush jaago.
COME RISE IN LOVE
dont fall in it.
byomkali
On Tue, 30 May 2006 aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com wrote :>
Dear satyaki,
May be u are right . But this is a ageless tradition which till this date has kept its standing and has led to many happy>lives . may be it is right that 2 or 3 yrs is not the right time to know a person specially cause>u cannot be as close to a person as u can be after marriage . That why many a love marriage 's break up . Take the case>of shreya only . It was a fairy tale union for her but at this phase of life she is reeling under a sense of rejection and unfound love .>That s life . Its not that i am telling that arranged marriages can bring u lot of happiness or that they are eternal .
>But they too carry a different ideology when it stamps a union of two hence unknown persons in body and spirit .>>
But still I too believe that love marriages are far better than the arranged ones since here the positives and negatives
>are both in ur hands and the future is only urs . good or bad . Still this is the experience of only a lucky few.>
>And I I don't think we are quite lucky in this front .
Hence start to luv arranged marriages . .....>>this is the morale of my reply !!!!!!!!
!>>>Love>>
>Arya>>>>-----
Original Message----->
From: satyaki bhattacharya [mailto:satanbug21@rediffmail.com]>Sent: Monday, May 29, 2006 11:06 PM>
To: aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com>
Subject: Re: RE:>>>>>
marriages depress me because chances are they are mostly an union of a male and a female who dont know each other.>
they are dragged into it by their parents.
>the girl is giong along because she is lead to believe that the person her parents have chosen for her is BETTER than the person she loves.>
the guy goes along cause he knows the girls dad is giving him a substancial dowry.>plus he has already lost the girl he liked.
Until and unless its love marriage( they rarely are)>its something very depressing for me.>
because its a big compromise
On Sat, 27 May 2006 aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com wrote
>why do marraiges depress u
especially others ! nijer biya mana galai ghanti can be quite depressing but others can be fun ....> jai hok phone kaj korcha
Original Message----->
> From: satyaki bhattacharya [mailto:satanbug21@rediffmail.com]> >Sent: Friday, May 26, 2006 8:25 PM>
>To: aryabrata.ray@tatamotors.com> >Subject: Re:> >> >> >> >
guru>
ami bhalo aachi
ekhane shob thikthak cholche.>
>may go to kolkata on july 20 th for mashir cheler biye.> >
i hate marriages ,so may not even go.>
>marriages depress me.>
>very much.>
>take care> >
love
sattu
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Another in the series of "the girl"
{All this snippets are going a long way to prove the fact that I am getting paranoid about the freedom thing...maybe i should have casual fling just to feel relaxed and in the groove}
It all started with a rather long sms from "the girl" i recieved on friday night aroung 1.00 p.m..she wanted me to accompany her to the Bangalore municipal transport corp (bmtc) office as she wanted to lodge a complaint against a bus conductor who had misbehaved with her.she told me that she had even lodged a police complaint at the Indiranagar police station.
so saturday morning started kind of early for me( usually i never wake up before 11.30) .i called up my boss who is rather big in bangalore and explained the whole story to him.
next stop was her house.
she was rather happy and mock outraged to see me so early in the morning(9.30)
then we decided to go for what you would call "retail therapy",meaning buying lots of expensive stuff which neither of us dont need very much.
first stop was a place where we had a veggie lunch...gobi paratha and such things.halfway through she realised that i dont exactly like leaves and grass for lunch.whatever.
then to the titan shop for repairing her watch,a rather expensive one.
next stop was commercial street. she wanted to buy a formal shoe for office use.so after parking my bike with much diificulty ,we went to three shoe stores and finally she chose the shoe that i had originally liked.
so much for an independant streak.
next stop was a duppata store where she wanted to get a duppata for her blue and white salwar in between i bargained and got her some hair clips for 30% the price the seller quoted-)
then i wanted her to buy a good pair of jeans,preferably pepe.
she was like "nooooo i dont want to buy it now and all that".
well after a five minute spell of hard reasoning from me ,she also warmed up to the idea and up up and away to brigade road.
our first stop was a juice shop as both of us were kind of thirsty.
apple juice for her and fresh lime soda for me and then we barged into the Levis store .and then the fun started.
either she doesnot like the style or the colour or in some cases the things were ultra-low rise or whatever.(must be made for girls who are either anorexic else for covering lamp-posts.
after going through twenty pairs , and ofcourse with a fone to the designer of levis(my close friend),we decided to go to the lee/wrangler store down the road.
here the collection was better or rather bit less funky.
well the girl being a bit finicky about her clothes...she should be ,after all she does not work in a call centre but designs circuits for computer graphics cards(ASIC)...she finally settled on a pair of 'mid-rise,regular fit ,boot cut with lycra finish...something she never wanted to buy in the first place,but i have my ways of persuation.
after that it was arather hasty ride back home as i had a theatre rehearsal to attend.
so ended saturday.
AND I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER.
I MEAN I LOVE MY INDEPENDENCE.
well on monday,thats yesterday i went and met Mr. Mahapatra ,who is the addl .director general of karnataka police and explained her predicament to him.he immidiately called his junior officer a DSP(Deputy Superintendant of Police), and that person did whatever was needful.
after that i picked her up from in front of office and we went to the duppata shop ,got her duppata, came back to brigade road and sat at the KFc cause both of us were very hungry.
huge amounts of burger and soft drinks consumed ,we came back to her flat from where i capnapped for an hour.
In between she also tanked up my bike and pampered with me ice-creams and what not.
dinner was again a veggie affair at some overpriced joint near her place.There were some girls from a call centre sitting in the next table who were looking at her t-shirt and wondering how one gets into IIT- Delhi.hehehehehe .
well that kind of ended the day.
and my dear ,if you are convinced that we are in love,then please change your opinion.she thinks that somebody like me should never be in love,never marrry,never do anything in life that will curb my independence and creativity.
i am a free bird and thats how i should be. and after two continuous days with her , i realise that its rather difficult for me to actually get tied down anyplace emotionally.thats why i guess i have moved out of all my relationships gracefully and very quickly.
i really hope that she settles down with somebody as brainy and decent as her,not get saddled with a wild-child like me.
It all started with a rather long sms from "the girl" i recieved on friday night aroung 1.00 p.m..she wanted me to accompany her to the Bangalore municipal transport corp (bmtc) office as she wanted to lodge a complaint against a bus conductor who had misbehaved with her.she told me that she had even lodged a police complaint at the Indiranagar police station.
so saturday morning started kind of early for me( usually i never wake up before 11.30) .i called up my boss who is rather big in bangalore and explained the whole story to him.
next stop was her house.
she was rather happy and mock outraged to see me so early in the morning(9.30)
then we decided to go for what you would call "retail therapy",meaning buying lots of expensive stuff which neither of us dont need very much.
first stop was a place where we had a veggie lunch...gobi paratha and such things.halfway through she realised that i dont exactly like leaves and grass for lunch.whatever.
then to the titan shop for repairing her watch,a rather expensive one.
next stop was commercial street. she wanted to buy a formal shoe for office use.so after parking my bike with much diificulty ,we went to three shoe stores and finally she chose the shoe that i had originally liked.
so much for an independant streak.
next stop was a duppata store where she wanted to get a duppata for her blue and white salwar in between i bargained and got her some hair clips for 30% the price the seller quoted-)
then i wanted her to buy a good pair of jeans,preferably pepe.
she was like "nooooo i dont want to buy it now and all that".
well after a five minute spell of hard reasoning from me ,she also warmed up to the idea and up up and away to brigade road.
our first stop was a juice shop as both of us were kind of thirsty.
apple juice for her and fresh lime soda for me and then we barged into the Levis store .and then the fun started.
either she doesnot like the style or the colour or in some cases the things were ultra-low rise or whatever.(must be made for girls who are either anorexic else for covering lamp-posts.
after going through twenty pairs , and ofcourse with a fone to the designer of levis(my close friend),we decided to go to the lee/wrangler store down the road.
here the collection was better or rather bit less funky.
well the girl being a bit finicky about her clothes...she should be ,after all she does not work in a call centre but designs circuits for computer graphics cards(ASIC)...she finally settled on a pair of 'mid-rise,regular fit ,boot cut with lycra finish...something she never wanted to buy in the first place,but i have my ways of persuation.
after that it was arather hasty ride back home as i had a theatre rehearsal to attend.
so ended saturday.
AND I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER.
I MEAN I LOVE MY INDEPENDENCE.
well on monday,thats yesterday i went and met Mr. Mahapatra ,who is the addl .director general of karnataka police and explained her predicament to him.he immidiately called his junior officer a DSP(Deputy Superintendant of Police), and that person did whatever was needful.
after that i picked her up from in front of office and we went to the duppata shop ,got her duppata, came back to brigade road and sat at the KFc cause both of us were very hungry.
huge amounts of burger and soft drinks consumed ,we came back to her flat from where i capnapped for an hour.
In between she also tanked up my bike and pampered with me ice-creams and what not.
dinner was again a veggie affair at some overpriced joint near her place.There were some girls from a call centre sitting in the next table who were looking at her t-shirt and wondering how one gets into IIT- Delhi.hehehehehe .
well that kind of ended the day.
and my dear ,if you are convinced that we are in love,then please change your opinion.she thinks that somebody like me should never be in love,never marrry,never do anything in life that will curb my independence and creativity.
i am a free bird and thats how i should be. and after two continuous days with her , i realise that its rather difficult for me to actually get tied down anyplace emotionally.thats why i guess i have moved out of all my relationships gracefully and very quickly.
i really hope that she settles down with somebody as brainy and decent as her,not get saddled with a wild-child like me.
Piece of My mind for " the girl"
{ It all started with a rather simple telephone call,which led to a series of telephone calls,some funny,some rather distressing, and a couple of them absolutely acrimonious.
As Reshma says"women are completely circumstancial".So does Freud. hope both of them are correct in their judgement.just hope}
ok here are the facts and not the fictions
1. Chandan Sikdar-----head of Six Sigma at John F. Welch Tech. Centre,Blore
2. Chandan da and Runa di(his wife) LOVE me.
3.Chandan da is a mech Engg
4. I am the ONLY mech engg he has met in a long time.
5. I know all about JIT,Re- Engineering & Benchmarking ,Non-destructive testing and such alike Advanced manufacturing processes.
6. Chandan da is rather surprised by point 5.
7. He knows Prof. Ghosh of Ohio State University,Columbus
8. My didi and jamai-babu stay in Columbus, Ohio.
9.My parents are rather warm to the idea of my going to OSU. ( refer point 8.)
10. I dont think i will get a job with degree from a rubbish University.
11a.My parents are not dying of hunger.
11b. I am not emotionally,physically or legally ATTACHED to any female.
12. Above points( 11a & 11b) make me kind of free to persue my own interests, as long as they are not illegal, immoral or nihilistic in nature, form,intention or end-result.
13. I love Rock n Roll.
14. I will be able to redeem a bit of my self-belief after a series of rather stupid and energy-sapping misdemeanours.
15. At least with a Summa Cum Laude Ph.D people would think maybe once before calling me OPOGONDO.
16. DEBANJALI and I parted as GOOD FRIENDS way long back.Exactly 67 poeple knew that till now.You are number 68.
17.I will be able to buy and ride a better,faster,Street-illegal Yamaha racing bike in US of A.
18.I am not drunk,doped,angry,frustrated,hungry,lonely,jobless,vindictive,sleepy or in jail while writing this mail.
19. My friend from IISc is offering me a post in MS Scientia or watever in the Quantum Cryptology wing.
20. Above point entirely due the fact that i have won first prize in paper presentation at various universities in this subject.
21. I had polao-murgir mangsho last night and gorom-bhat kochi pantha for lunch today.
THE ABOVE POINTS SHOULD COVER ALL YOUR QUERIES.
FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION(S) REGARDING PARTICULAR POINT(S), PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MAIL ME BACK.( gmail,msn,yahoo,indiatimes,hotmail all are free services...)
As Reshma says"women are completely circumstancial".So does Freud. hope both of them are correct in their judgement.just hope}
ok here are the facts and not the fictions
1. Chandan Sikdar-----head of Six Sigma at John F. Welch Tech. Centre,Blore
2. Chandan da and Runa di(his wife) LOVE me.
3.Chandan da is a mech Engg
4. I am the ONLY mech engg he has met in a long time.
5. I know all about JIT,Re- Engineering & Benchmarking ,Non-destructive testing and such alike Advanced manufacturing processes.
6. Chandan da is rather surprised by point 5.
7. He knows Prof. Ghosh of Ohio State University,Columbus
8. My didi and jamai-babu stay in Columbus, Ohio.
9.My parents are rather warm to the idea of my going to OSU. ( refer point 8.)
10. I dont think i will get a job with degree from a rubbish University.
11a.My parents are not dying of hunger.
11b. I am not emotionally,physically or legally ATTACHED to any female.
12. Above points( 11a & 11b) make me kind of free to persue my own interests, as long as they are not illegal, immoral or nihilistic in nature, form,intention or end-result.
13. I love Rock n Roll.
14. I will be able to redeem a bit of my self-belief after a series of rather stupid and energy-sapping misdemeanours.
15. At least with a Summa Cum Laude Ph.D people would think maybe once before calling me OPOGONDO.
16. DEBANJALI and I parted as GOOD FRIENDS way long back.Exactly 67 poeple knew that till now.You are number 68.
17.I will be able to buy and ride a better,faster,Street-illegal Yamaha racing bike in US of A.
18.I am not drunk,doped,angry,frustrated,hungry,lonely,jobless,vindictive,sleepy or in jail while writing this mail.
19. My friend from IISc is offering me a post in MS Scientia or watever in the Quantum Cryptology wing.
20. Above point entirely due the fact that i have won first prize in paper presentation at various universities in this subject.
21. I had polao-murgir mangsho last night and gorom-bhat kochi pantha for lunch today.
THE ABOVE POINTS SHOULD COVER ALL YOUR QUERIES.
FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION(S) REGARDING PARTICULAR POINT(S), PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MAIL ME BACK.( gmail,msn,yahoo,indiatimes,hotmail all are free services...)
Friday, April 14, 2006
A lunch date wasted
she just started the whole conversation by asking
'are u angry?"
"why should i be angry?"
"why did you go out of orkut?"
"well didnot want anymore idle chitchat with strangers.in any case i have got the e-mail ids of all the people i require"
"oh"(she is thinking furiously)
"wat are you doing???"
"NOTHING".
"wat r u doin for lunch tomorrow?"
pregnant silence...
"nothing.got no plans as of now."
(short pause on her side)
...
;
:
"come over to my place".
(lump forming at the throat,eyes watering at the prospect of free food).
"i will cook some veg food.
or maybe we can order some takeaway"(earnestness dripping over the phone)
"NO".
"why not?
after all i am not asking you to cook,all you need to do is eat"(trying to evoke laughter.usually she succeeds.but not this time...)
"NO"( i have got a mind of my own)
"ok bye".(me putsdown the phone)
log into gmail.
block her mails.
block all chats.
she keeps on asking me so many questions,does she really need an answer?
guess not.
she needs somebody to control,thats all.
why can`t she just let go...i mean life is a bit relaxed and easier that way .
atleast for the both of us.
for all of us.
her parents are scared of me,of her hob-nobbing with me.
so why not do them a favor...just keep away from me.
auwidersehen.
moral of the conversation: it took me all my goodwill and contact in bangalore to get two guest passes for "Sumoner Gaan" plus "Miles" cause she wanted to go.On the evening of the shoow she groggily picked up the phone and said"very sleepy,cant come,rather dont feel like coming"
ok ...
very well...
watever...why am i even writing?
so i can have good laugh later.
thats it.
'are u angry?"
"why should i be angry?"
"why did you go out of orkut?"
"well didnot want anymore idle chitchat with strangers.in any case i have got the e-mail ids of all the people i require"
"oh"(she is thinking furiously)
"wat are you doing???"
"NOTHING".
"wat r u doin for lunch tomorrow?"
pregnant silence...
"nothing.got no plans as of now."
(short pause on her side)
...
;
:
"come over to my place".
(lump forming at the throat,eyes watering at the prospect of free food).
"i will cook some veg food.
or maybe we can order some takeaway"(earnestness dripping over the phone)
"NO".
"why not?
after all i am not asking you to cook,all you need to do is eat"(trying to evoke laughter.usually she succeeds.but not this time...)
"NO"( i have got a mind of my own)
"ok bye".(me putsdown the phone)
log into gmail.
block her mails.
block all chats.
she keeps on asking me so many questions,does she really need an answer?
guess not.
she needs somebody to control,thats all.
why can`t she just let go...i mean life is a bit relaxed and easier that way .
atleast for the both of us.
for all of us.
her parents are scared of me,of her hob-nobbing with me.
so why not do them a favor...just keep away from me.
auwidersehen.
moral of the conversation: it took me all my goodwill and contact in bangalore to get two guest passes for "Sumoner Gaan" plus "Miles" cause she wanted to go.On the evening of the shoow she groggily picked up the phone and said"very sleepy,cant come,rather dont feel like coming"
ok ...
very well...
watever...why am i even writing?
so i can have good laugh later.
thats it.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Living My Dreams
Well right now wat i am doing is something i have always wanted to do....to be gloriously jobless...so i can read a book till five in the morning,wake up at twelve thirty...drink some coffee(if Ashok is around),log onto www.manutd.com to check out the top stories regarding my fav club,then maybe chat a bit with the gang ...and then ,well do nothing.
Absolutely NOTHING.
Parents are kind of worried about me,but i guess dats kind of normal.
they Are always worried about me.
Frankly i dont see a single reason for their worry.
I am not sleeping around with some 'noshto choritro "mamoni(dont have the capability t0 even properly chat with one)
i rarely drink,never smoke,not exactly on friendly terms with any anti-national elements,sooooooooooo
parents just give me a break.
I dont want to be an MBA ,i dont want to go out and prove to the world that i am a fool...i know my limitations.
Somehow these days, i am meeting a lot of people who seem to be absolutely FAKE...they talk about things which are so skewed and short-term,that i feel asphxiated...i feel somebody is trying to strangulate me with a huge fabric of half-spun lies,fabrications,and mis-placed Intellectualism...
or maybe i am a FUCKING MISFIT.
Well i guess its more of the latter.
i am finding to live like this.
Its high time i took some concrete steps to put my life in order.
For a person who has a rather strong mind and a dream to fulfill, this kind of a life is rather difficult.
i find it difficult to join any of the outsourced jobs(BPO.KPO,Software,Services) sector.
Always wanted to be something like a deep-sea diver or maybe a crewmember of Americas Cup Team...and here i am dying of inaction-)
well kind of confused about how to convince mom about the fact that i really dont want to SETTLE DOWN like any normal bengali boy,i want to make mark for myself so
"let me go".
Its time i spoke to Kanchan about contacting ANOOP for info regarding the MS course he did from UK
HIgh Time ...
else...
well else...
i will grow roots...
or
i will die.
Absolutely NOTHING.
Parents are kind of worried about me,but i guess dats kind of normal.
they Are always worried about me.
Frankly i dont see a single reason for their worry.
I am not sleeping around with some 'noshto choritro "mamoni(dont have the capability t0 even properly chat with one)
i rarely drink,never smoke,not exactly on friendly terms with any anti-national elements,sooooooooooo
parents just give me a break.
I dont want to be an MBA ,i dont want to go out and prove to the world that i am a fool...i know my limitations.
Somehow these days, i am meeting a lot of people who seem to be absolutely FAKE...they talk about things which are so skewed and short-term,that i feel asphxiated...i feel somebody is trying to strangulate me with a huge fabric of half-spun lies,fabrications,and mis-placed Intellectualism...
or maybe i am a FUCKING MISFIT.
Well i guess its more of the latter.
i am finding to live like this.
Its high time i took some concrete steps to put my life in order.
For a person who has a rather strong mind and a dream to fulfill, this kind of a life is rather difficult.
i find it difficult to join any of the outsourced jobs(BPO.KPO,Software,Services) sector.
Always wanted to be something like a deep-sea diver or maybe a crewmember of Americas Cup Team...and here i am dying of inaction-)
well kind of confused about how to convince mom about the fact that i really dont want to SETTLE DOWN like any normal bengali boy,i want to make mark for myself so
"let me go".
Its time i spoke to Kanchan about contacting ANOOP for info regarding the MS course he did from UK
HIgh Time ...
else...
well else...
i will grow roots...
or
i will die.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
back to the lakes.
just rejoined the only thing i was pretty good at...ROWING.
went to the Trishna Club at Ulsoor lake and joined the army outfit for my daily sweating out.
seems the rowing fraternity ,at least the seriuos ones are very less in number ,n everybody seems to know the other guys at calcutta or pune.
so it was pretty easy for me to get in just by saying i was under Ashok Mehta n loganathan, legends in their own rights.
haRD PRACTISE FROM TOMORROW MORNING.SIX THIRTY SHARP.
NIRVANA
went to the Trishna Club at Ulsoor lake and joined the army outfit for my daily sweating out.
seems the rowing fraternity ,at least the seriuos ones are very less in number ,n everybody seems to know the other guys at calcutta or pune.
so it was pretty easy for me to get in just by saying i was under Ashok Mehta n loganathan, legends in their own rights.
haRD PRACTISE FROM TOMORROW MORNING.SIX THIRTY SHARP.
NIRVANA
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
winning : my style
khelenge hum jaan se
khelenge hum shaan se
nafrat se kya jitna
jitenge hum pyar me!
what ho ?
indian elliot??????
khelenge hum shaan se
nafrat se kya jitna
jitenge hum pyar me!
what ho ?
indian elliot??????
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