rhymes on a sunny afternoon...

It would be better
If birds of the same feather,
Flocked together...
For when odd birds gather,
times turn less happy more sadder.

It will stay that way ,
If it was love anyway,
He wouldve stayed forever ,
If it had been love, ever...
But because it was so never,
The parting was clever.

Those were sunny days when these lines he wrote,
Il stay even when all go,
Just dont part with me ,though,
I may seem to want so.

But now the days are bettered,
I can live on my own, unfettered,
By expectations of an aimless soul,
Bridged to freedom without a toll.

Haagu Sundari AAr Fart Maharajer Biye

This is a short story in bengali .My first bengali short story dedicated to my bengali roommate -sudeshna

Ek Je chilo raja .taar bishaal rajyo.Taar haathi shaale koti koti haathi.tarr gora shaale anek gulo gora.Aar bishal ekti Shaino. raajyo naam chilo chi chi rajyo.Rajar naa chiilo Fart maharaj.Fart maharajer videhsi naamero ekti kaaran.Onar baba pedo Maharaj Biyo karlen ekti videshi Raj konna ke-Stinky Princess.Taai engrijei naam deya holo Raj Putro k.Bado maharajer Ekdin khub jor haagu pelo.Paykhana gharei haagu shonge praan berie gelo.Akale mrityur kaarane singhasane Fart rajkumar ke boshte holo.Shinghasane baso shahaj na.Prajader shaamne fart kara khub lajja janak bishoy.Aar toh kono upay chilo na,taai eta shobche bhalo solution mane holo.
Ek bachor holo ekhun rajar jono ekti ranir darkar mone holo praja der.Tai ekti ranir khoj shuru holo.Anek gulo shipahi ashe paasher deshe khujte berolo khoj nite.Paasher desher gandho Maharajer kanna chilo haagu shundari.Shipahira eshe jana raja ke.
Ek ti sundar Basant kaler dine,fart maharaj berolen .Fart maharajar niyom chilo ek ghanta par par fart karar .Raj kaanar shonge dekha hobe taai shaara raat one fart karechen khushite.Gorar pithe boshe ekti jore fart kare tak bakiya gora chutiye raj kanno ke dekhte choll len.5 ghnata aar 10 ti paader pore oni nammle gandho rajar mahale.Raj kanno chute chute paikhanaye jaachilo.Onio pichon pichon gaechen paikhana dike.Okhane darjar niche chilo ekti fank.Fank diye dekhlen haagu sundari pat pat kare haagu kore chole che.Dekhe onar khub aanando hoyeche.Mane bhablen aar amar banshe keyo paikhanaye koshto peye maara jaabena.Aei Devi amar Jibon sukhod karedibe.
Aar samay na nashto kore oni biye prastab niye gechen Gandho Rajar kaache.Kintu Gandho raja toh aage theke haagu sundarir biye thik kare rekhe chilo Potty maharajer Shonge.Potty Maharajer Mahale prakhyat Designer ra Bishaal Potty toiri kore chilo.Oni chaiten je Onar meye Ke Jibone konodin dukhon na hoy.Je hetu Poty te Raj kanna shobche beshi samay kaato taai Paikhana ta sundar thaakle or dukho hoto na je badir paikhana chede jaa che.
Kintu haagu sudarir Potty Maharaj k pochondo chilo na.Jakhan haagu sundari Fart maharaj ke dekhlo paikhana theke beriye,prathom dekhatei onar preme pode gelo.Babar ichcha haagu sundari jaanto taai chankrani ke diye prem patra likhe patha lo Fart Maharaj ke.Fart maharaj patro peye aanande aabar bodo fart korlen.Onio shaino ke diye chitthi pathalen je raate nite aashben.
Jakhon Raatri holoHaagu sundari mahaler shaamne eshe daariye gelo.Fart maharaj o gora niye eshe gelen.Haagu sundari ke dekhe ekta fart kore fellen.haagu sundari lajjaye chokh nichu kare nilo.Du joni gorar upare boshe Chi Chi Rajyote Jaachilen.Kintu aaro ek jon chilon oder pichone.Gandho rajar Mantri –aar haagu sundarir premi-Bomi Seth.Fart maharajer gandhor aawaj sune o ghum theke uthe gelo.Aaro ek du to shipahi k Maharaj ke Khabar dite pathiye ,o pichone cholte lagla.Ek du ghantar parei Gandho maharajare shaina Fart Maharje gorar kaache aashte laglo.Haagu sundari bhoy chote haagu karte shuru kare dilo.Haagur gondho sukhe Fart maharjo jor kore fart korlo.Farter gondho suke pichoner shop shipahi palate shuru karlo .Tokhoni Fart maharj Chi Chi bhumi te dukhe porlen aar Gandho maharaj pichon Roe gelo.
Chi Chi Rajyo te Khub aando Chilo Shei din.Prajader jonno bodo bhoj holo aar ekti nutun Paikhana Khola holo prajar jono.Anande shb Haagu kareche nutun Paikhanae.Aamio chilam she din.Eta Haagu jibone dekhi ni.
Haagu sundari aar fart maharaj tokhontheke BhaloBhabe aanek din Rajj karlen chichi rajyo te.

solitary ramblings

I feel melancholy today,
Remembering the chattery evenings sitting on the college stairs,
Flooded by the memories of your smiling face and laughter,
Those walks beside the swimming pool,
And the ones we had across the howrah bridge.
The hot gulab jamuns that melted in our mouths,
The gasp at the sight of a crisp round kachori frying in a pan on the footpath,
Or the steaming lemon tea that fell on your puchka watered hands.
The booksellers still sell their books,
People still run on those busy streets,
The honming and concking continues unnoticed.
The only thing I miss is those happy days....with you.

No,Not you ,as you are now,
You ,the person you were back then,
When I was your friend.
Not acquanitance,
Not someone you'd call when you needed some odd job done,
But someone you'd miss on quiet winter evenings with the mellowing sun.........

Why do i call myself stinky

Stinky as the name suggests means someone who is stinking .But why would would a sane,sensible smart,intelligent human being call itself stinky.One reason is I hate wasting water and bathing I consider as a luxury.But theres another reason for it.Its a wonderful pseudonym to have if I want to bull shit the whole world without harming my identity.For identity is an important thing .There are high chances of me becoming the prime minister of India ,or may be even Jaapaan(read jaaapaaan).And I definitely wouldn't malign my identity as the Prime Mean-ister of Jaapaan(P.S. am planning to dethrone the monarchy there) by suggesting such controversial ideas to save water as water saving shitting strategies.So let "stinky" denote "me" (staistics hereto) and me is a totally randon erratic constant parameter with infinite degrees of freedom .Please do not attempt to establish a regression model here .Estimation is impossible and error compnents are serially autocorrelated.U(t)=pU(t-1) + E(t) ,where p tends to infinty and shows explosive behavior.

My Love My Presidency

The dry soft leaves that touch my skin,
The moist wet sweat that hangs on my chin,
The dust that chooses to travel to my class,
The dew that smiles when i pass those blades of grass,
The huge staircase where netaji fell,
The smoky canteen where lives dwell,
The corners and turnings where strangers meet,
The wide open doors where waiting moms seat,
The air that rings with the laughter of youth,
The fields that welcome all to play and hoot,
The wide open corridors where winds can sigh,
The patches of beautiful green against the free sky.
Every block of stone holds its special place,
Patiently serving the edifice and its space.
The huge campus so overwhelmingly my own,
This is the tree that my predecessors had sown,
As every moment spent here passes by,
As every single day goes,
I love the place ever more,
Drinking every drop this paradise pours...............

moments

Solitary journeys and yet the unquenchable desires to hold on to people you meet along the road of life…………

Moments are sometimes so deeply etched in our memories that we fail 2 see above them. Moments, that precious lil secs v keep hoping to experience again .Like the first time you walk in the rain with your love, Or those days far away from home in d company of strangers who provide u the comfort of two big teddy bears by letting u sleep cozily between them .Or the first train journey without your parents and the whole amount of sauce u drip on your food, my tomato ketchup never tasted so good and possibly never will. The day I went to my new friends almost at d other end of the city for a “Study session” and spent the whole day sharing lil secrets, and another time when I went to another frds place simply to kill some time in the name of studies walking around some engineering college. And yet another instance of “sex chats “in the open college field staring at the sky, Or having ice creams and teaching my friends how to kiss it in the process ,or drink lemon tea as if it was ambrosia……….



Sometime feel and wish life would just be collection of these happy moments.:-)

After just having given one ,Im fresh with memories of spending 1.5 hrs pencil shading on a thick white sheet printed with pink circles and instructions.

Pros
1.Professors don't have to go through bad handwriting and shocking answers.They can Of course choose to put in funny options for a bit of humor in their humongous lives.
2.Students can play games like "eenie meenie minee moe".Its both relieveing and accurate at 5% level of singnificance.Ok make it 25% for the unlucky folks out there .
3.
a)This is one format that gives a better scope to cheat.But one has to be really really careful with the sequence.
b) Easier to cheat since your "helper" just needs to point out the correct option.You can make good use of fingers and even indulge in some stretching exercises while doing this.
4.If you finish shading the whole thing early.You can always make the shading darker.Dark black holes on a white pink printed sheet.Reminds me of those being abused in the name of love.

Cons
1.Professors dont get to read funny answers.Students are not allowed to be "creative"
eg.Q)How does amoeba catch its prey?
ans)In the wee hours of daylight when the sun has just come out.Little Amoeba steps out of its den.Like a skilled hunter it cautiously follows its prey.It suddenly grabs its prey from behind and with one sharp stroke the prey is killed by the swift amoeba.The end.
2.People with good handwritings don't get a better score.Some people are Ofcourse happy with this(read.............. umm ok dont read).
3.People with Luckier stars get undue advantage.

now ,here, with u.....

Child playful in the winter chill,
Awaiting your warmth to hearts fill.
A steaming cup of lemon tea ,
A paper strip of fries,
Some innocent frolicking,
A couple of lies.
Not everything one wants does life denies.
Running across pathways,
With the carpet green below,
Holding hands against the breeze...hair flying, shoelaces untied.
Snatched a pocket full of memories before life can go.

A letter to desire....................

Desire,
I desire to walk through fields with you,
My hands enclosed in the warmth of yours,
To let the rain drops play cupid when we are alone,
And time await with closed doors.

My drenched self bringing you closer to me,
And your wildness drawing me to you.
Your arms hugging me with such intensity,
That I'd melt in them forever,
Melt like thin air into oblivion,
Losing myself to you......the momentary pleasure of not being alone.

Desire,
I desire to be a child again,
And let you be my parent this time.
Licking away icecreams together,
To let the ice cream end with a kiss,
A kiss sweeter than all the sweetness in this world,
A kiss so deep that I'd sink into it.
Sink into it ,emersing myself in you.......the momentary pleasure of being yours.

Desire,
I desire to feel your touch,
To let you be my owner for once;
One look from your eyes making me standstill,
Your breath making me shiver with joy....to drown in the sea of your love

And such and such are my desires for now,
I send them to you in the sealed envelope of destiny.
Open it when time permits,and reply as soon as you can.

To desire ,
With love.

continuation of 'the tall dark and handsome and a vege too'-the end

Two phone calls later
and many msgs past v had 2 agree
dat mr.i n i cud nevr turn we,
He had too much 'i'
and dere was little 'i' in me.

Tall,dark , handsome and a vege too!

Day 1:

A tall (ok not so tall in comparison to mr.a),dark(ok not so dark in comparison to mr.a'), handsome(ok now for dis too i have to mention, not as handsome as mr.a''(p)), walks towards us.Us dat is rinky, dinky n me.V smile(isnt it natural).dinky makes small talk, v look around pathetically, lost...Conversation goes on. V meet a string of oder mr.a s . Situation unchanged. Heartbeats pacen, dis is a treasury of hunks , man!
V move on 2 d bauffet table.Veges n non veges separate.AAAAAAAhh mr.i is a vege tooooooooooooo.

Day 2:

morning: v dont look dey dont look( sad)
evening: Hey v meet again! My dashing mr.i. An hour long ear aching session(for d general public it implies classical music). I hav heartburns, mr. i goes on chatting away wid 3 damsels...
finally the turmoil ends n v stand beneath the open sky, mr.i n i face 2 face.how romantic! V talk about his sexy uncles n aunts, the portions of food in our plates lying untouched. I drink 6 classes of orange juice out of sheer joy.

Day 3:

morning: V meet fleetingly. His only question-"did u hav ur breakfast"( how silly of me i thought he was being concerned).
evening: Too much has happened too quickly in my too little life, am exhausted.Mr.i n i meet again (11 o' clock), he's drunk n manages to giv me a dazed hiii..

Day 4:
morning: no meeting..
evening: He's wearing a pink striped shirt(so cute). V shake hands for some reason cant recall. Again the ambience is romantic, its a garden banquet wid candle lit tables n soft romantic numbers being played in the background. Mr.i is about 2 leave. Comes 2 me n says bye, i quickly take his number n email id. He looks surprised( am i too interested n he too unintersted?)

to be continued......................

Ragged

I was still in a daze. How the hell did I pass that fucking test I had no idea! Most of my paper was based on random guesses. Walking towards the Audi I feared they'd suddenly remember that I was there by mistake and ask me to leave.

It was a huge dark auditorium. Rather drab, as if someone forgot to maintain it after a couple of years of its construction. I sat near a girl who was now my classmate. She didn't seem to notice anything except her cellphone as if it was deliberately stuck to her fingures and needed her attention like newly found love. Two other girls beside her were still cheery in comparison. Some speeches were rolled out onto our unyielding ears, then we were lead off to our departments.
We huddled onto the seats in the seminar room. As if by sticking together the inevitable could be faced with greater courage. Looking back now i feel all the fear was unnecessary, but we were fresher then, with horribly twisted stories about ragging fed into our brains. Each fresher awaited his/her turn with bated breath. The seniors trying their best to maintain the eeriness.
A tall fellow was called up, a thin small boy followed. Thus began the pole dance sequence enacted by the two-some. The tally trying his best not to rollaround and the smally endeavoring to maintain the distance,despite his hands around the tally.

Anothr pair was selected-one tall girl with long untied hair and another short boy with spects. Two chairs were placed, one behind the other and they were asked to stand on them, with hands spread out-emoting the titanic scene. Some pairs were made to dance on newspaper sheets, some others let off with jokes. My turn hadn't yet come and every time someone else's name was called out i'd sigh in relief. When finally it did I walked down the wooden staircase in nervous fear. SeXstared from the blackboard. I was asked to give its meaning. The whole place loomed before me. I faced the class and gave some feeble answers to which everyone shouted-louder, louder. Till someone took pity on me and told me to sing a song instead. Imagine my foolishness to ask them- which song? I sang Kajrare. While on the second line, the 2nd year guy behind me whispered-kiske kaare naina? I fumbled on the second line and they let me off.

entering the portals

The first day I entered presi ,I thought my dad was kidding.There were around 2000 hopefuls glaring for space!I was sure I was in the wrong place .The walls intimidated me,the seniors helping around intimidated me ,the crazy voices intimidated me,everything looked like a gigantic cauldron where my tiny little existence didn't seem to matter.Admission was the last thing on kind mind,I was busy checking out guys in the unending rows, not a single one looked tempting enough.After spending a couple of pointless hours near the main building we were finally asked to go to the Derozio building.We must have been merry-go-rounding around the main building for god knows how long till we ultimately thought of crossing the roads to the distant structures visible through the green mesh of fencing around the huge football cage.The only triumph was when some hopeful's father asked me how much I had got in maths(probably considering his child's record unbreakable).My answer put him off.
I returned to its precincts with an even greater belief that I wouldn't pass the test.The class was huge, the distance between the fixed sitting and writing desks back breaking and the people around me frightening.The test began with an eerie silence pervading the place. An hour later I saw one of my acquaintances shoot out of the room-was it that easy, I wondered.As if the test was not bad enough the fellow beside me started discussing the answers as soon as our papers were snatched off and making it his exclusive right to remind me of my mistakes.I hated the confidence he oozed,thank god he didn't make it.But on second thoughts, wouldn't have minded,he was cute.
Not much happened after this ,I pulled up all my remaining strength and broken spirit and rushed out to escape ,firmly believing that I would never be called back