Sunday, February 13, 2011

Too Late to Apologize


When I was small,
And prone to doing wrong,
My Mom would blackmail me.
Unless I put things right,
I'd have to bear the plight,
She wouldn't talk to me.
I would try my best
To pass the test
In fear of losing her,
What bothered me
Was her deficiency
And not her anger.

Now when I see him holding my position
And my mom's I bear,
I see him turning his back on me,
And I realize he doesn't care.

I realize my worth...
I lose my mirth...
We live but friendship dies.
The milestone's crossed...
The relation's lost...
Its too late to apologize.

Weight Loss


Undoubtedly, the most popular program undertaken by the young and middle-aged section of the population is Weight Loss. Some try to starve themselves, some try to exercise beyond their capacity, some take pills and the more desperate ones go for surgeries. I say chuck it! What's wrong in staying fat? You think you will look ugly? Think again. Not all slim people in the world are beautiful and apple of everyone's eyes. There are many who have 24 inch waists and are yet ignored. In fact, fat people are so cute. So the first thing that you should do is delete the direct linear equation of slim equals to attention and affection from your mind. If you want to look good, polish your personality. Fat or not fat, hardly matters. Don't run after something that doesn't promise you what you are targeting?

Think of famous personalities like actress, singer and author- Rosie O' Donnell, American idol- Jennifer Hudson, actress- Queen Latifah, actor John Goodman and of course, everyone's favourite, the most adorable SANTA CLAUS!!! How can you ever call them "not beautiful"?! Besides being brilliant at their respective fields, personifying glamour,charisma, charm and grandeur is their natural disposition. So instead of tormenting yourself over Weight Loss,try to work on some quality gain that would help you shape your individuality and give you enough confidence to flaunt yourself before the population,including the slim ones.

Besides being temporary, the results from various Weight Loss methods are often accompanied with many side-effects. A diet can render you vulnerable to malnutrition and anemia. It also reduces body immunity. Exercises make you hungrier thus contradicting your diet controls. Surgeries and pills are always dangerous for health. So we see, it's a dicey deal.

Now you may say that extra fat invites diseases. And I will say you are right. My point is not to encourage unhealthy corpulence, but to monish the myth that "being fat is something abnormal." Besides, who said in order to be fit you have to be lean? You can always be fat AND fit. A person with more flesh has greater immunity than one with less. If you can just shift your concentration from forcing Weight Loss on yourself to increasing your fitness, you will gain more stability in health than someone who is slim. So remember, if you are fit, you are fine. Stop grumbling over your fats and learn to love yourself the way you are.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Mirror

She's all dressed up for glamour and rock and roll… Bam! Bam! Bam! She’s rocks! She rules! She’s the show-starter and the show-stopper! ‘Cause it’s HER time! And no one can take it away from her. Woops… It’s him calling! Again…! It’s like the 550th time Brad has called her in the past 6 months. Doesn’t he ever get the message that she DOESN’T want to talk to him?? Duh! Hmm… He is oh-so-much in love with her! Well, irresistible is what Serena is.

Saturday afternoon. She is, as usual, LATE! What on earth can ever teach her to be punctual? The show was about to start and Nick had been waiting for her, in front of the box-office, for the past one hour, with the tickets in his hands. I must say, this guy has got some patience. But then, when it’s about Serena, who wouldn’t?! Duh! She was dressed in a white cotton sleeveless top and a black crinkled chiffon short skirt with a pair of black stilettos… one of her favourite combos. Although she knew she looks good in anything and everything she wears, she was quite particular about her appearance. She has been, for quite sometime… which is why when a whorl of her black straight hair illicitly trespassed upon her face, she removed it with perfect grace. Perfect enough to catch the attention of this immensely handsome gentleman sitting few tables away across the food-court. He was staring right into her eyes with a penetrating expression. He was a wheatish fellow with a well-defined face-cut, like chiseled out of solid rock. His hair and eyebrows most appropriately jibed with each other. He was wearing an auburn and white striped shirt that went perfectly well with his eyes, sleeves rolled up to reveal his sincere hard work at some gym, black trousers and shiny formal shoes. His smile was enchanting enough to sweep a bevy of girls off her feet. He was like the incarnation of one of those mills n boons’ typical and ideal tall, dark and handsome hero. He almost seemed unreal. It was when she was noticing all this, that Serena saw a black messy head turning towards her and then two eyes glaring at her through a pair of spectacles. It was then that she realized that her tall, dark and handsome hero wasn’t sitting alone at the table. He was accompanied by, most probably, his girlfriend who felt deeply offended by the distraction caused by the stranger-girl. Although Serena was highly disappointed by her handsome guy’s not-so-handsome choice of girls and totally felt that a guy like that deserved a girl like herself, she chose to exit the scene. But what she didn’t miss was the admiration in that guy’s eyes and of course, the jealousy in his girlfriend’s. Oh! She enjoys stuffs like this to the fullest! Kind of a regular thing with her. And just before she left, she saw the jealous miss clenching her teeth only to reveal her braces. OMG! Hilarious! That was cherry on the pie! Poor guy! Anyways, finally she reached her day’s destination, i.e. Nick, who was by then, totally consumed by the inhuman wait. They enjoyed the movie together but the thought of that weird couple kept on creeping into her mind over and over again. The familiarity of that girlfriend’s face, with someone she couldn’t recall, kind of bothered her.

It was Saturday again, same place, same time but different movie. And also this time it was Aron waiting for her. Hmm… Serena never does the same guy for two consecutive weeks; one of her principles. Okay wait! I thought we were over with the list of similarities… then what was that handsome hunk, from the last week, doing there with his ugly girl… AGAIN!!! Oh wait… the same table! Too much! Okay… they were again exchanging looks. This time some real sparks seemed to be flying between Serena and the mystery guy… If only Ugly Betty did not disrupt! She seemed to upset about something and was constantly trying to bring her boyfriend’s attention back to her, by forcefully feeding him pasta with a spoon. She was so annoying! Nevertheless, handsome boy and Serena had their way through eye-talks. Romantic is it? Well, for Serena, affairs of heart are jus games to be played! And she is a champion. Not to mention, “Ugly Betty”s are no competition to her. However, Serena still couldn’t recall what made her face so familiar?!

A week later, Serena found herself, yet again, hurrying for the show with her new date. No marks for guessing, the weird couple was sitting right in front of her at the same table. Only, Ugly Betty, for some god-forsake reason, seemed to be near to tears today. She looked really hapless. And the sense of resemblance dashed through Serena’s head ones again! Aww… poor girl! She needed a shoulder, somebody to cheer her up! What on earth was her boyfriend doing?? Oh wait… of course he was busy eyeing Serena with a sheepish smile on his face. And just when she shifted her gaze to his eyes, Ugly Betty’s plight went all the way back to the corner of her mind to make way for the Mystery guy and his enormous influence on her. She was convinced that he totally deserved a more jocund girlfriend like herself and not a crying-doll who would torture him to boredom to an extent that he needs to steal looks from other girls. So… “Poor guy!” is a more befitting exclamation.

This routine went on for quite sometime. Each day, the mutual eyeing thing became a little less stealing and a little more captivating, just as much as the girlfriend grew more perturbed day by day… Not to mention, also uglier! If one isn’t naturally beautiful, wrinkles of vexation certainly doesn’t help you to look any better. Who is going to teach her that?! Duh!

Serena had put on her best dress today and was all set to beguile her Mystery Man ones again! Today, strangely she was on time. Maybe, because she just couldn’t wait to see him again. Just as she reached the mall’s door, she bumped into a guy who was exiting and felt a chit of paper being slipped into her hands. As she gained her composure to check who it was, she realised that she just made the first physical contact with the guy of her recent dreams. Yes it was that handsome guy from the food-court table! He shortly waved at her with a mischievous smile and was out of sight the next moment. Wow! That felt really good! As she stepped on the escalator, Serena opened her fist to see a paper with something alphanumeric scribbled on it. It was his name and number. So Bryan it is. Finally, she knows the name; not to mention, his contact number too!!! Super cool! She was overflowing with joy! Just couldn’t stop smiling! She felt like she was at the top of the world! Now she can finally put an end to all the wild guesses and apprehensions regarding this guy. As she ascended up the escalator, her eyes automatically, as a habit, turned towards the table where she had first seen him… and her smile faded. There she saw her… alone… completely shattered. Tears were streaming down her cheeks like a cascade. Her spectacles were all smoky, her hair was disheveled and a strange thing that she did with her trembling hands made Serena discover a lump in her throat. She was holding a spoon of pasta in a gesture of feeding someone who wasn’t even there beside her. The chair was empty, but she seemed to be lost in her world. Serena stood there, petrified and stupefied. Ugly Betty suddenly seemed not-so-ugly to her. No, this wasn’t new. She has certainly witnessed this before. Realisation rang through her mind. She ran to the table and took the empty chair. Just when the girl looked up to protest this sudden intrusion and realised it was Serena, she couldn’t spill a word. Instead she just burst into tears… tears that pierced into every cell in Serena’s body. She embraced the poor girl in a tight hug… something she hasn’t done with anyone for a very long time! She softly told her name and asked the girl hers, to which she replied “Jenny”. And then next thing that she said took Serena on a flashback ride. And it wasn’t pleasant.

She jolted the door of her apartment open, ran to her bedroom and dived into her bed burying her face into the cushion that soon got soaked in saline drips. After a while, she rose up, wiped her face, washed her hands, sat in front of the mirror, took off her contact-lenses and carefully placed them in the case. Then she opened her drawer and took out her spectacles… black thick ones. She hadn’t touched them for months! Putting them on as she looked into the mirror, she realised why Jenny, a.k.a “Ugly Betty” seemed so familiar to her. It was HERSELF Jenny bore a resemblance with. Serena had never thought she would have to face this again, would have to feel this way again… would have to see the mirror again; and that too, in somebody else eyes. Yes, she knew how it felt to be a part of the ignored section of the society only because she wasn’t “Strikingly Attractive”… she knew how it felt to be “The Ugly Betty”… she knew how it felt to be constantly belittled by the “Serena”s of the world. Only, “Serena” meant an altogether different thing 6 months ago. Life is an irony. She couldn’t help but explode into long-suppressed tears… tears that she thought she would never have to let out. Jenny’s last sentence at the mall kept on ringing in her mind over and over again… “If I were as beautiful as you, Bryan would still have been with me.”

She took out her cell, opened the phone book, typed B…R… and then pressed the green button. Before Serena could even hear a ring, her ears echoed with a “Hello”, like as if he was sitting beside the phone expecting a call. They talked for hours like innocent children... like as if nothing had happened. He never even asked for a sorry. Brad has always loved Serena, even when she was an “Ugly Betty”. Only, he never found Serena ugly. To him she was the most beautiful person on earth even with her braces and spectacles. And he knew someday Serena would realise it. Glad she did!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Ashol Kolkata


Ami Bangali... Kolkata amar praan. Hajaar shachchhondo dileo, hajaar bidesh ghurleo, Kolkata'r maati'e hobe amar shob cheye priyo. Kokhono thanda furfure hawa, kokhono roddure asheem ghaam... kokhono brishti te hatoo obdi jol, kokhono kalboishakhir duronto chhoot. Ei shob bhalo mondo'r moddhye diyei ami bhalobashte shikhechi Amar Shohor Kolkata, THE CITY OF JOY ke.

Victoria, Science City, Botanical Garden, Sahid Minar, Alipore Zoo, Nakoda Mosjeed...

National Library, Calcutta High Court, National Museum, Academy of Fine Arts, Ramkrishna Mission Institute of Culture...

Eden Gardens, Saltlake Yubobharoti Statdium, Akashbani bhoban...

Kalighat temple, Princep Ghat, Howrah Bridge, Thakur Bari, Paira Odanor Babu Culture...

Garia Haat, Rabindra Sadan, Nandan, Metro, New Empire, Lighthouse...

Indian Coffe House, Madox Square... Metro Rail, Traam, Haate taana Rickshaw...

Mohonbagan Club... Sourav Dada... Mamata Didi... Rosogolla, Mishti Doi, Nokurer Sondesh.

Aar ki chai?


Na... Chai.
Amra... Nuton Jouboner Ei duth... Amra chai South City Mall... Garia Haat IS OUT OF FASHION! Amra chai Mani Square, k jaabe Madox Square?! Amra chai CCD, Coffee House IS SO DOWN MARKET! National Library...HOW BORING!!!... Amra jai shudhu Starmark! Nandan???... Neahh, INOX Cholo! Rosogolla, Mishti Doi khai... shudhu BRANDED, HALDIRAM’S er! Amra chai Afra... Amra Chai Aquatica... Amra chai Music World... Amra chai iLounge... Amra Chai Some Place Esle!!!!!


Kothaye hariye geche shei purono Kolkata? Kothaye gelo shei shob bangali? Kothaye gelo shei Boshonto Utsab’a protijogita... Shei nirbhejal Durga Pujo, jekhane Theme baade Bhokti-keo gurutto dewa hoto? Kothaye gelo shei shob din gulo? Shudhu nijeke MADLY BANGALI bollei bangali howa jaye na... baastobe hote hoy. Ekhonkar kobi-geetikar ra ki likhbe jokhon tara Kolkata’r opor kobita ba gaan likhte boshbe? Ei shob fast life’er bepare? CHOCOLATE FANTASY AND RECENTLY OPENED CITY CENTRE 2’er bepare? Ei shob akorshoniyo othocho arthaheen jinisher bepare, jaar shonge Kolkata’r oitijjher kono shomporko’e nei? Keno? Keno pari na amra kolkata’r harano morjada phiriye aante? Keno pari na amra ekbaar, shudhu ekbaar khaanti kolkata’r manusher moton baachte? Cheshta korte toh khoti nei. Aar ami nishchit... ei cheshta’r phal kharap hobe na. Karon eta Amar Kolkata... Amar oti priyo “LAND OF MADLY BANGALEEZ!”


Jara ei lekhata porchen, bhabben na, je ami khali apnader’e dosh dichhi ebong apnader cheye nije ektuku’o alada. Amio praye bhulte boshechilam ashol Kolkata ke. Amio ei druto jiboner bege boye jete cholechilam. Kintu aaj, hothat Kolkata’r 320 ‘tomo jonmodine ami anubhob korlam je ei shohor’a ethogulo bochor thekeo, ami taar ordhek’o dekhi ni. Haathe matro ekta bochhor... tarporei chole jabo Post Graduation course’a. Tai ei baaro’ta maasher moddhe amake dekhtei hobe gota Kolkata... prothiti kon, prothiti baank. Tobei ami hobo ashol Kolkattan.


Kolkata, tomaye janai Shubho 320 ‘tomo Jonmodiner Shubhechha o Bhalobasha!

Bhalo theko.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

MY VALENTINES DAY … for my College Sweethearts, ex-crushes and the true friends forever…




Life is so beautiful! Jackie, Pushpi, Anne, Soumi, Shreshtha… All my sweet friends around me:). Ahh yes nothing can better this. And yeah, all my friends are girls. So? What’s wrong? I mean this is a girls world… we just let guys live in it, right? Yeah I know this is a quotation… but this IS exactly what I feel!


Boys in tuition, Boys in the locality, Boys in school… arrrrggghhh… give me a break!!! I mean whatever happened to my perfect girl-world??? It was so much better in junior school. Oh c’mon… someone shoo away these bizarre creatures of alien species! I’m the Queen Bee, Boys Buzz Off!!! Yeah ok… another quotation. I’m always this dramatic! Big Deal!


Hmmm… that guy’s cute! Oh… and that one too! Well, guys aren’t really that bad afterall. Why didn’t I notice them before? Whoa, what’s happening to me? Since when did butterflies start to dwell in my stomach?! Is this what they call hormones??? It feels so weird! Why do I suddenly feel like boys do exist… and how prominently so? I mean isn’t this supposed to be my girls world or something like that??? Maybe not…


Yes this is love! I’m confident it is! I know, I just know! I’ve never felt for anyone, the way I feel for him. He is my special guy. He is THE ONE. Oh and he likes me too! This is beautiful. How come I was bereft of this totally awesome blossom feeling?! Damn, I wasted half of my life ignoring guys?! What a waste!


Heartbreak. I mean the last thing I needed in my life was heartbreak! This isn’t fair! I dumped my singlehood only to get dumped by this stupid, idiotic, messed up guy whom I had supposedly loved more than my life?! I gave up my Queen Bee principles for this mole??? Arrrrggghhhh… I hate boys!!! They don’t deserve me! I mean screw you, guys! Damn the hormones! It was so much better in junior school. Oh c’mon… someone shoo away these bizarre creatures of alien species!!! I know that’s a repetition but my life is going through a repeat telecast. As for future, I’ll spend the rest of my life hating boys. Yeah, I don’t mind doing that! Go die!


OMG… My college is in dearth of girls. Guys are, like, in Brobdingnagian numbers!!! It’s less of a college and more of a zoo! This can’t be happening! Please tell me this isn’t real! What is this torture for? I mean why??? God, don’t you know I HATE BOYS!!! I’m gonna get drowned in the deluge of these savage brutes! Pray thee, please save me! Now I will never be able to make good friends in college. Will never have a good group! Damn my screwed up luck! That’s torn it, I’m off!!!


I have the best group I could have imagined having in college! The masti level surpasses my expectations! And no, all aren’t girls. I didn’t go around with a female detector to look in the teensy-weensy percentage of girls available in the male dominant institution. The guys here are far better and sweeter than I had ever expected boys to be… Always there to help me, console me, comfort me and keep me smiling. I would have said that I scarcely realized they are boys, but I believe that’s hardly a compliment to them ;). “Akash, the gender” is never hesitant to lend me his shoulders for carrying my heavy bag of laptop, no matter how tired he is. Too generous to be happy in life. Poor him! “Shubham, the ghatiya-man” is always ready to relinquish his mobile balance on me. Not by talking to me for hours at long but by letting me use his cell every now and then. “Adi, the lihaaz-boy” is all the time on with his constructive arguments with me regarding relationship complications… sometimes really helpful ones. Oh and Shubham & Adi also specialize in sim-card problems :D. “Sam, the body builder” is my slapping partner. Yes I love slapping this guy; he has such a broad face!!! Lols! I really don’t remember when was the last time we had talked in peace without fighting or pulling each other’s legs. He’s too good at it, I must say. But when it comes to acting like a total idiot, these guys excel in it!!! Arrrggghhh… drives me berserk! But then I’m no less, so that kinda equals the score.


In total, I got to meet the wackiest, yet coolest and sweet-sweet-sweetest guys of the world! Finally, my friend list isn’t a whole girl-girl thing! I mean Juhi Di, PP and others, no doubt, comprise my gang of girls but these chaps are surely ineluctable. Hmm… well, guys aren’t really that bad afterall. Why didn’t I notice this part of them before? And, no, this isn’t my hormones speaking. It’s a genuine outburst of emotions from my overwhelmed heart! With them, I can really be my stupid, rude, impulsive, illogical and impossible self without having the chance of getting fooled, dumped, mistreated or misunderstood. I mean, when it comes to tolerance, they give me 100% performance! Thank you sooooooo much my college sweethearts! I love you all for changing my flickering notion about guys. No matter how many jerks I come across in future, I’ll always remember you and stick to my present judgment! I promise.


So, one thing I can conclude is… you boys are disastrous as boyfriends but, you teach me real friendship!:) Thank you for the roses, the proposes, the chocolates, the teddy, the promises and finally the hugs & kisses!!! This was my best Valentines week ever! No one has ever made me feel this special! Who needs a boyfriend?! And today I’ll have my best Valentines Day ever too… with as many friends as possible! Love you all!!!! XOXO!!!:)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

The Song




Remember the nights on the phone
U, me and our unrivaled comfort zone
Remember the day at the coffee shop
Our first fight and your hundred apologies
Our promise of staying friends forever
While my biased love for you was never to cease

Remember the sudden kiss
The love in your eyes, no i didn't miss
Remember the long walks with arms entwined
Hearts connected and oblivious of whats around
So content with life's content
As the half completing us was found

Remember the night you said you love me
The smile on our face epitomising ecstasy
Remember the nights soaked in puerile drips
Shed in our pain or of the other
The sweet embrace without a qualm
Lasted for few minutes, yet felt like forever

So I'm singing, yes I'm singing
I'm singing to the tunes of bliss
Enraptured by the feel of your love
'Cause I know nothing can better this

Next day you went outta town
But in my heart you were rooted deep down
Not an inch away, not even a second
You said I would be from your mind
But that you went, you kept drifting away
And when you returned, you had left the love behind

Unaware of what went wrong
I tried so hard to remind you the song
But you seemed to have gone a hundred miles
Although within you were just a thought away
Holding on to you with a tenacious grip
I realised you weren't meant to stay

Now as I scribble the letters of your name
I wonder whether you ever do the same
After the daily struggle in this world of strangers
I recede to my familiar half, that's you
And like a refrain, it sweetens the melody
With a tinge of pathos which isn't new

But I'm singing, still I'm singing
I'm singing to the tunes of grief
Haunted by the paucity of your love
Struck in your chapter as I turn the leaf

Even in a room full of people, there's just two
One is me, the other my inner you

I'm singing, Oh I'm singing
I'm singing to the tunes so true
Feeling you with every breath I take
Not waiting yet living for you

Friday, July 18, 2008

REMINISCENCE


My lips touch the edge of the cup,
To sip the hot coffee.
Basking in the twilight I try to smile,
Buy still don’t feel happy.

The cool breeze tickles my ears
While playing with the hair.
When I turn to embrace it
I realize that I don’t care!

The birds are all home,
I can hear their chirps from the woods.
I walk to my room and open my diary,
To get rid of this mundane mood.

As the nib touches the page
Effortless lines form letters
And they mould words that speak my mind
As if the pen knows me better.

Like when I try to turn off the radio
That plays a song I had once dedicated to you
Why does my hand recede from it,
And I find myself humming the tune?

Like when I try to skip your name
While going through my phone book
Why do I stop there every time,
And wish the phone to ring by a fluke

Like when I try to pull away from you
Push you away from my mind
Why does everything remind me of you?
What is it that doth bind?

Like when I try to walk out on you
Moil to notice someone new
What makes me want to be so loyal?
When I know it hardly matters to you!

Like when I try to convince my heart
That we can’t ever conjoin
Like when I decide to stop writing about you
I end up inditing this poem.