Ice and Cream

My Father bought me a Lonely Planet India.

2011-06-25T23:41:00.005+05:30

I feel like traveling a lot these days. It's a pity that I can't. I hate not having money. I usually occupy myself by planning out trips to here and there. Now that I own a Lonely Planet it will probably multiply tenfold. Not particularly a good thing for the moment, but it gives me a beautiful layout for later when I have enough money to travel.

Strong urge to say 'Have money, Will travel'.
Pity.

Drizzle drizzle.

2011-06-19T11:20:00.000+05:30

It's still raining. Been over three days straight. It has paused for moments in the middle. I ran out and took this photo which I thought would be cooler. There is a beautiful 8tracks playlist playing called 'Listen to this whilst drinking whiskey'. Thank you andatoast. I have been reduced to listening to music only on 8tracks because my desktop has broken and I am using my laptop. I shall now waste time on building a Flickr Profile. Again.

I want to have chelo kebab again. And some sweet lime soda.

Misty Mountain Hop.

2011-06-12T14:45:00.003+05:30

I have never experienced so much cold.
I have never experienced a leech on my body.
I have never experienced falling snow, although really tiny.
I have never experienced a landslide, and what it takes to clean one up.
I have never experienced plenty of tiny insects over my body while I try to sleep.

Lot of firsts, huh.

Priyanka taking photo of dust-storm

You can't see it in they're faces, but they're dying.
It's a good thing, trust me

Monster

To Thangu

Paranoia.

2010-06-30T09:43:00.001+05:30

He was being followed. He knew it.
The noise of footsteps behind him were distinct and steady. They increased in pace when his own did. They decreased when his did.
He thought he had been rid of them when he stopped at the shop to buy gum, but moments later, as soon as he stepped off the main road and entered the small dark lanes, they continued.
Somehow he wished he hadn’t taken off his earphones.
If someone was following him in order to do something to him, he’d much rather not know about it till it happened.
Now, it was just a wait.
Whether or not they were going to get him depended entirely on him.
He still hadn’t looked back.
It was too late for people to be hanging around in a place like this. Plus, it had rained. It was windy. Everyone was probably indoors drying off the welcomed pour.
There was a chill in the air that seemed to foretell doom. Like the kind of chill one was supposed to feel when approached by Dementors, or the feeling of The Black Breath that one got when in the presence of a Nazgul for too long a span of time. Devoid of any thought. Robbed of any senses of warmth and comfort. Just a slow rattling unconscious feeling of nothingness. He hadn’t felt either before. How could he? He would have loved the experience though. This was close enough.

Somewhere in a place which he couldn’t access right then, somewhere deep at the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but compare his predicament.

Robert Graysmith. At least that’s what he recalled the name as. Although not exactly chased when down in a basement with a potential serial killer, he was spooked. A light went out and hid the face of the potential serial killer, just after he heard footsteps in the room above. He had been reassured that there was no one else in the house. What was he to believe? Potential serial killers can lie too you know. Although unintentionally, they too can creep you out. All potential serial killers look more like a serial killer than the actual serial killer. They’re supposed to creep you out even more than the actual serial killer. The potential serial killer is the one who’s footsteps you often hear behind you. But when the time comes for him to strike; for him to stick his hand out of the dark or emerge as a silhouette before stabbing you a dozen times; he simply walks past you. Just another man in a hurry.
Yes, Graysmith was indeed faced with one of those potential serial killers. He was ageing, had a glum and expressionless face. Morose to the extent of deadly. He eventually unlocked the door to let Graysmith out.
Graysmith was rattled. It was pouring that night.

It was a strange time for female breasts to come into mind, but they did. Mary Jane. In that scene from Spiderman. He sometimes wondered whether they actually wanted to shoot that scene with the girl without a bra on. She was followed by a bunch of goons. Peter Parker saw that. She was initially followed by shadows and hustled footsteps. By the time the goons had cornered her it was raining. She was wearing a jacket. They pulled it off her. They’re speech seemed to be replaced with the sound of dogs barking. She was wearing a pink top. It was pouring when Spiderman saved her. She was soaked. They kissed upside down, infamously. Strange.
Spiderman saved her though. There was no Spiderman here.

The footsteps were almost too audible to ignore. And he dare not turn back. He looked straight ahead and walked. He could almost feel someone creep up from behind and grab his shoulder.
Some rapist fond of young flesh. One who didn’t discriminate. Flesh meant flesh. No categories, no preferences. Just flesh. Damn.
Some thief. He was probably looking to make some money. He was probably under the illusion that this particular boy was loaded. What with his earphones and everything. One slash at his throat. Goodbye, Earphones. Damn.
Some monstrous creature. Teeth. Saliva. Damn.

The problem was that he needed a distraction. He was cautious whenever not distracted. The music helped. Like I said. As long as he had his earphones on and something was playing, he would probably be ok. There was a feeling of security in a distraction. Much like the feeling covering ones legs with a blanket when trying to sleep at night gave out.

There.
He had reached.
The front door.
Increase of pace.
Increase of footsteps behind.
More increase of pace.
More increase of footsteps behind.

There.
The door.
Keys.
Unlock.
Doorknob.
Open.
Enter.

He let out a sigh of relief, and slumped back onto the door, breathing heavily. He gave himself a moment to look out the eye hole. There was nobody outside.
Calm.

There was nobody home. The house was dark. He was able to retain his calm for only a few seconds. He was sure somebody had broken into the house.

Expendable.

2010-05-13T21:35:00.000+05:30

A thought.

It might take some time, but people end up finding replacements.

Often, even when a replacement isn't needed, they find one anyway.

Which basically makes you expendable.

The upcoming film has nothing to do with this though.

New Post.

2010-05-11T21:32:00.005+05:30

I am trying to beat the heat.

By showering once almost every two hours.

My mind is getting fried.

There isn't a single thing I have not tried.

I am hallucinating red and yellow flowers.

It is not happening.

Kill me now.

Since I am bored.

This, in Webdings, looks like..

I am trying to beat the heat.

By showering once almost every two hours.

My mind is getting fried.

There isn't a single thing I have not tried.

I am hallucinating red and yellow flowers.

It is not happening.

Kill me now.

That.

I found that poster online.

What I did?

2010-03-11T10:47:00.002+05:30

I find myself unimaginably bored in class nowadays.

I hate the Translation course.

I'm dying.

Above is what I drew in class the other day.

Named by Rrrr.

Something someone once said.

2009-11-26T20:22:00.006+05:30

If you haven't watched it already, watch (500) Days Of Summer. It's a romantic dramedy film said in a style like no other. And to make it more honest than others, you won't know what to expect, you wont know who to actually like. You'd be rooting for that guy to punch that other guy smack in the face. You'd be happy for that guy who's finally getting things done for himself. You're be rooting for that other guy who says something that beats the ultimate compliment. And there's also something in the way that joy is portrayed in it. Its like when you visualize things around you as ultimately and unbelievably happy when that happiness is only in you and you're merely, as said, visualizing things. Or like how you'd like things to actually be as opposed to how things actually turn out. Its harsh, its cruel, but its also true.
So, for a change to anyone who says that they like to go to the movies to see something that's not real, try it. You'd be surprised. And as an afterthought, something that someone once said..

'There's enough assholes in the world, Dr. Squires. Don't be another one.'
- Luke Shapiro/The Wackness.

Hi, hello. it's getting cold.

2009-11-23T11:53:00.006+05:30

Hello. So. I have recently updated my computer. Finally. After months and months of pain and nagging in the form of unresponsive programs and slow operation- this software cannot be opened because the swap-file space is low/an error occured while opening this software. please restart you computer/blabla. Screw you. I now have the coolest looking pc in the world and I haven't had to change anything but the ram. Just simple upgrade to 1Gb and I have gone on a spree of downloading a hundred thousand softwares, awesome ones (yeah baby!), and using them at full beautiful speed. Oh yes, thank the Lord for technology. Plus, other things owing to my joy, no thanks to my upcoming exams, include the installation of the beautiful WindowsVista theme on my XP Service Pack2 (upgrading as we speak to Service Pack3). Read my lips, WindowsVista SUCKS. But the theme on XP is so beautiful. The Windows 7 theme can't work on mine because I need Aero, and I don't have Aero, because one needs a 64bit for Aero and I have only a 332bit (cause of much sadness. sigh).

Ok so then. I spend my days watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. on my pc (yeah, baby). When that's not working i just sit and stare at it (because its so beautiful). Other causes of much joy do not include the onset of winter since I do not have appropriate winter clothes and my recent discovery of the fact that I am allergic to the material my pajamas are made of. I get rashes on my legs that look like giant mosquito bites which take the shape of continents after scratching. I swear, one looked like Australia yesterday. Plus, the cold leaves no room for me to practice my 'Must take a shower everytime I come back home from somewhere' routine. Seriously, doesn't anyone else have that? Thank God to geysers. I have not heard a single Katy Perry song but the photo below showed up on my Zune after I installed Microsoft Silverlight and I liked it. Apparently she has a song named I Kissed A Girl and I Liked it. I'm sure.

I can finally play FIFA10 without stoppages. Oh, happy days. The above technical terms are nothing but boasting of new terms I have learnt recently, so be happy for me. Forgive the lame expressions of joy in the brackets. I don't usually do that. The photos above are for your entertainment. The first one was made my myself. Is it not beautiful? The 2nd one made me laugh for 5minutes straight and I re-watched Pulp Fiction for the umpteenth time. I watched 2012 too. Lot of fun, but yes, The Day After Tomorrow was better, not that they're groundbreaking cinema anyways. Ooh check out trailer for Nine (watch here) by Rob Marshall. Daniel Day Lewis is one lucky talented bastard. Also, I was going through old songs and I discovered a Remix of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gee's. Its the Teddy Bears Mix (watch here). So much fun!

MERRY WINTER TO ALL! HO HOHO.

Goober.

2009-09-20T13:50:00.000+05:30

New member of family.
Goober, the Gund.
Show him some love.

Self.

2009-08-28T20:50:00.000+05:30

I am blogging after a long. Long. time.

I shall write shit.

I love Converse shoes. I want new Converse shoes. Maybe nice new black ones. Or green ones. Or purple ones. I want.
I hate it when I like something and I see that it's too costly for me to buy.
I love jackets. Nice ones. Jackets are very costly. I hate that.

Scarlett Johansson is so hot.
I love Pepperoni Pizza.
I love going to the movies.
I love Hypnotize by The White Stripes (click on Hypnotize to view).
I love One Tree Hill.

I hate it when that bar of soap has become small and flat and it falls on the bathroom floor and I can't pick it up because it has become flat and it's already slippery. It's horrible. I have actually destroyed the remainder of a soap trying to pick it up.

For the millionth time - I Love Doubletake, Doublethink's room.
I love my Philips GoGear although it's become very old.
I love my blue earphones.

I love the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
I love Follow The Leader by Korn.
I hate it when I've found something nice but they don't have it in my size. That happens a lot.
I hate it that I'm too small to fit into most kinds of clothing.

I love the above photo of my legs.
I think that jeans these days suck. Most of them look so fucking chengra I feel like thrashing the people who designed them. As Rrrr. put it - They should name this section Chengra. The jeans that are good are too costly for me to buy.

Scarlett Johansson is So hot.
Bas I don't feel like writing anymore Bye.

Little thing with a nose.

2009-05-31T12:40:00.001+05:30

Concept : Rrrr.
I drew.
Mew.

Speak.. totally.

2009-05-12T16:45:00.001+05:30

Center me. In the center of the center.

Wearing brand new black slippers on my feet, I stood there. I recalled watching something. There was a black dog standing beside me in the shade. Inches away from the rain. Like me. It kept looking up at me occasionally.

He reminded me of Seeing-Eye Bitch. That deranged bitch that jumped at the refrigerator and took a fondness for the stranger with the large spectacles and the blue eyes and the oiled hair. He collected things. He put half a boiled potato in a sample packet, because sometimes he was afraid that he'd forget. They called him Jonfen. His name was Jonathan.

And the sights and sounds of the streets were absent, replaced by the sound of the rain and the occasional car, honking as it went past. I went to buy cigarettes. And Pepsi. The shopkeeper was kind, giving me a nice box for the two cigarettes I had bought. I stood in this new shade now, bracing myself to, once again, walk into the rain. I looked down at my brand new black slippers. They had a star on either side, with arrows pointing forward. Forward I went.
Center me. In the center of the center.
A car went past drenching a passer-by, who yelled at the windows which were rolled up. Fogged up. No one cared. You got wet, passer-by? It was funny, that's all. Fuck you. Who cares. The car was coming. If you were there, beware.

Thoughts spilled out. Singing in the rain. I tried a jig. I couldn't dance. Wasn't that the point though? Dancing in the rain. I thought about people to share this with. Like that trip that boy had taken with that Irish fellow from his class. They wore black ties. On that outrageously hot day. They had taken the train to Coney Island, staring at things out the glass door with that one speck of dust on it. And they talked about things and looked at things. And, suddenly, neither of them were bothered by the heat anymore, which was killing them a moment earlier. All about being comfortable. It was a memory, sketchy. But, after thinking about it a few times, it was clear enough.

It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun.
Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care, and I'm not scared.
And all you people are vampires, and all your stories are stale.
Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
Lets turn forever, you and me.
And no, I don't have a gun.

*Looks down at brand new black slippers. Stares at toes.*
*Wriggles toes.*
*Strikes a matchstick. Lights a cigarette.*
I stand in the center. The center of the center.
*Who needs action when you got words*
--

Per se.

2009-04-14T23:45:00.004+05:30

She said.
And I want to hear pebbles under my feet.
And I want to stand in a cave of tall trees.
And I want the sunlight to trickle in and sparkle on my face.
And I want to hear the sound of the dried leaves rustling in the silence as the wind blows.
And there would be cool shade.
And there would be a pleasant breeze.
And there would be a lake.
And there would be a road.
And it would be dark; slowly, carefully winding its way through the shade of the tall green.
And there would be nothing else.
And nothing but everything would be sound.

A regular night in a day of my life.

2009-03-22T20:55:00.000+05:30

Finally, after days, the mosquitos get a fresh piece of Sambit. All his attempts to ward them off fail for he is too tired and his defense is nothing compared to their relentless wave-upon-wave offensive. And before launching one last defense which converts into a mad attack, Sambit yells out a battle cry..
Come on, Come on. You think you drive me crazy.
COME ON COME ON. You and WHOSE army?
Night falls, and the war begins..

Drown.

2009-03-14T23:12:00.004+05:30

He didn't know it. He was drunk on vodka. He lay there. He couldn't move. He didn't know it, but he took her name. She never came.
He sat. He thought. He imagined her with someone else. He foiled his own mind. It made him angry. It hurt like hell. It made him sad.
The start was good. So good. So happy. So carefree. So dreamy. So unreal. Too unreal. Too careless. Too fast. Too stupid. How could he be so stupid?

He dragged himself along the floor. There was shattered glass and alcohol all over. The strong smell of weed. The piercing sound of silence.
The floor was bathed in red. He looked up. Everything was shiny. Everything was blue. He saw her, but she wasn't there. It wasn't fair.
Everything he thought never happened, happened. He didn't know it. They happened when he slept.
He just didn't know it.
He was sleeping.

It's been a while.

2009-03-07T22:25:00.008+05:30

It's been a while.
I don't feel like blogging much these days.
I started writing a few posts over the past few weeks, but I never could finish them.
I just didn't feel like it.

I'm posting now.
I can hear a car backing up.
It's making those annoying car backing up noises.
It's pissing the shit out of me.

Paranoid Android is playing on iTunes.
I've been listening to a lot of music today.
A lot.
I was listening to this same song late last night.
It reminded me of something Chris Martin had said.
He said 'I would give my left ball to write anything as good as OK Computer. I would become a eunuch just for Paranoid Android.'
He was right.

It's been a while.
I don't feel like blogging much these days.
I started writing a few posts over the past few weeks, but I never could finish them.
I just didn't feel like it.

I'm posting now.
I can hear my parents watching television in the living room.
Some bengali soap they're probably watching.
The sound of it is coming, sickly, over the sound of Pyramid Song.
It's pissing me off.

Something in the air feels sick.
The breeze outside is very damp.
Humid.
It's blowing against the curtains, and creeping in.
It's disgusting.
Summer is coming.
It's actually here.
I hate the summer.
I hate it when it gets hot and sticky.
I hate it.

You and whose Army is playing.
It's a brilliant piece of music.
It's beautiful.

Photo One is Jishu and Me.
I love the edges and the light and shadow in the photo.
Photo Two is a curtain, blowing slightly with the breeze that floats in.
Photo Three is Senjuti blowing bubbles.

It's been a while.
I don't feel like blogging much these days.
I started writing a few posts over the past few weeks, but I never could finish them.
I just didn't feel like it.
Knives Out.
Enough.

Visual Aid.

2009-01-26T22:20:00.001+05:30

I've always tried to visualize everything.
Actually it happens naturally.
Yes.
It's pretty scary.
Sometimes funny also.
Like.
If I see someone trying to open a beer or cold drink bottle with their teeth, I automatically get a visual.
Accompanied with an audio track.
Something like.
A crack.
Teeth and blood all over the place.
The person concerned clutching his mouth and howling in pain.
The bottle lying in the middle of everything.
Still very much closed.
It's why I can't look at people trying to open bottles with their teeth.
It's pretty scary.

A rather funny thing.
Well, bad and funny.
It wouldn't be funny at all if it actually happened.
Like.
A person sitting beside the emergency exit on a bus.
The person's leaning on the emergency exit door.
Singing or something.
Tra lala la lalala la lala lalala tra.
Something like that.
Happy.
Suddenly the emergency exit opens up.
The person goes 'Aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeee' or something like that.
And falls out of the bus.
The cars or buses on the road try to avoid running him over.
But fail.
There is screeching.
Banging.
Glass shattering.
A pile up of cars ala Final Destination Part 2 style.
Really horrible.
Or something like that.

One more.
This actually happens.
Sometimes when you walk into a public toilet or something.
Or you see something really gross.
Maybe even vomit.
You get this sudden want to vomit.
Yes, want to vomit.
That's what I said.
And you didn't feel like that before you saw or smelt whetever it is you are seeing or smelling.
But suddenly you are overcome with this need to throw up.
You go 'Owack. Thu.'
Something.
You breathe.
You don't throw up.
But the feeling stays with you.
Sometimes.
After a few hours even.
When you are reminded of that smell or sight.
You feel like throwing up again.
And you probably do.
Owack.
Thu.

Disgusting huh?
Yeah.

Photo One: is Bryce Dallas Howard. I edited the photo.
Photo Two: is something i drew or whatever on Paint this afternoon. I was feeling very bored. Weird-looking thing.
Photo Three: is Sanchal Malhar of The Superfuzz. Photo courtesy Myself. I like the lights in the photo. I like the photo.
Happy Republic Day.
Don't throw up.
Please.

Up In Smoke.

2009-01-05T20:00:00.001+05:30

Just for the heck of it.
Snapshots.
38 in 1.

Scarlet Johansson.

Colin Farrell 1.

Christian Bale.

Cate Blanchett.

Matthew Mcconaughey.

Keira Knightley 1.

Robert Pattinson.

Daniel Craig.

Eva Green 1.

Heath Ledger 1.

Ingrid Bergman 1.

Robert Downey Jr. 1.

Leonardo Dicaprio 1.

Carla Gugino.

Orlando Bloom.

Monica Belucci.

Johnny Depp 1.

Audrey Taotou.

Colin Farrell 2.

Keira Knightley 2.

Helena Bonham Carter.

Brad Pitt.

Johnny Depp 2.

Robert Downey Jr. 2.

Ewan Mcgregor.

Eva Green 2.

Kate Winslet.

Leonardo Dicaprio 2.

Mark Wahlberg.

Heath Ledger 2.

Marlon Brando.

Humphrey Bogart.

Ingrid Bergman 2.

Jim Morrison.

Marilyn Monroe.

Syd Barrett.

Dog 1.

Dog 2.

Buhbye now.

2008-12-31T21:53:00.002+05:30

So, i tried doing that whole telling a story through letters thing. didn't work out. FUCKIT. today is the 31st december. it is approximately 9.34pm NOW. so there is still 2hours and 26minutes left till the new year. if you ask me, it just DOESNOT feel like the 31st december. i can recall around five or six 31st december's right now, and none of them have felt like this. it doesn't even feel like december. crap. i calm. i stop complaining.

ok, so here's the deal. i have spent my 31st december in a very odd sort of way. well, not odd. i just haven't done anything that someone would say 'OH MY GOD YOU DID THIS ON 31st AND IT MUSTA BEEN SO MUCH OF FUN'. ive done things which have made me feel nice only. yes. friend of mine's come down from hyderabad. had a nice time with him in the morning. ate pizza and burgers and saw a lot of pretty-pretty people. spent most of the early portion of the DAY wearing no winter-wear, simply because it wasn't even cold. 31st december, my ass.

now. other things. i am now probably the proud owner of an over-sized grey t-shirt that has FILTHYCUNT stylishly written across its chest. YES. i DID NOT buy it. someone else got it for me. and DINGDINGDING, he doesn't know what FILTHYCUNT means. HAHA. whatever. ok. then. in the evening i went out on a walk with an old friend. nicest walk ive had in a LONGLONG time. even the weather supported it. not cold, nor hot. pleasant. i STOLE a victoria's secret DREAMANGELS heavenly perfume from her bag. she knows it. she let me have it only. she didnt want it. what will i do? it comes in this tiny thing that fits in your palm. smells daaaaamn nice, man. yes. shutup.

RIGHTNOW im sitting and listening to songs.
MERI LAUNDRY KA EK BILL
EK AADHI PARI NOVEL
what? i suddenly felt like listening to it. shut up.

so. ok. new year. whatever. doesn't make much of a difference i think. the last year passed by WAY TOO FAST for it to be a new year already. lets see.. i passed out of school. got into college. i NEVER DREAMED that i would get into this college. i thank whoever is responsible for this. i have made new friends. GOOD ONES also. yay! =D .. ok ok. all the capitals i have used in this post are actually shouts in my head. yes. good. OK ok. i dont feel like writing anymore. i have more things i COULD write, but i dont feel like it. i LOVE many things. yay! =D

snaps are:
snap 1 is me. in Rrrr.'s new coat. holy comfortable, batman. ilove that piece of clothing.
snap 2 is me. in a wig. NOTAWORD.
snap 3 is a poster of DEFIANCE. upcoming edward zwick film with DANIEL CRAIG. yay =D click on DEFIANCE or the poster and you can see the trailer on YOOTOOB. ilovedanielcraig iwanttosee thisfilm RIGHTNOW!

screwyou.
=D

Nothingness.

2008-12-23T23:39:00.002+05:30

Stretched out on the grass.
If I wanted someone to lie beside me, I'd want you.
If I wanted someone to hold my hand, I'd want you.
If I wanted someone to stare at, I'd want you.
If I wanted someone to fall asleep with in the cool shade of the trees on that chilly winter day, I'd want you.
And if I wanted nothingness, I'd still want you.

And I'm not the only one staring at the sun.
Afraid of what you'd find
if you took a look inside
I'm not just deaf and dumb
staring at the sun.
Not the only one who's happy to go blind.

Photograph taken at Santiniketan. I call it the Dark Sun.
The quote in italics is from Staring at the Sun by U2.

Moments.

2008-12-21T19:25:00.004+05:30

The sound of someone chopping off the branches of a tree, when everything else is silent, is beyond description.
It must be the feeling one gets when someone stabs you in the back.
The sound of a rickshaw chain missing its metal loops, when everything else is silent and there is a needle chill burning your skin, is beyond description.
It must be the feeling one gets when someone smashes your head with a hammer.
The sight of a cave of trees lighted up by the headlights of a car, in pitch darkness, is beyond description.
It is breathless.
And it isn't time that's passing by,
It is you and I.

Photograph 1 is a tree obstructing the sky.
Photograph 2 is Doubletake,Doublethink walking on the rail-tracks.
Both photos were taken on my trip to Santiniketan.
The last two lines, which are in italics, is from a poem by Ruskin Bond.

Cupid and Psyche.

2008-12-07T21:13:00.001+05:30

I have an exam on Western Literature tomorrow.

I'm feeling pretty lame for some reason.
I don't want to study.
I don't want to do badly in the exam.
I don't want to study.
I have to make sure I don't do badly in the exam.
There is a story called Cupid and Psyche in my syllabus.
I have decided to not study it because it is very long and I have never studied it before.
Above is a snap which I found when searching for Cupid and Psyche on Google Images.
I have decided not to study it.
I like the drawing though.
Good job who-ever has drawn it.
I like Psyche's hair.
She is very pretty.
Cupid reminds me of Angel from X-Men3.
I want Cupid's wings.
Right.
Now.
I still can't figure out what that lump under Psyche's chin is.
Psyche is very pretty.
I have an exam on Western Literature tomorrow.

Nothing.. and everything.

2008-12-04T01:45:00.001+05:30

To walk.
To just be able to walk.
Together.
And not talk.
And know when to talk.
And know when to say what.
And to be able to be happy about it.
Silently.
And to smiling on the inside.
And not letting it show.
And to actually mean it.

To experience happiness.
To experience freedom.
Solitude.
Joy.

To be in love.
But do nothing about it.

in search of solitude..
Journal entry dated July 30th: Extremely weak. Fault of pot. Seed..
In Memory Of Christopher McCandles.
Snaps taken from Into The Wild.

Stuff.

2008-12-02T22:03:00.002+05:30

Daniel Craig is beyond good looking.
Don't get me wrong.
He's hot.

Do not get me wrong.

I hate cockroaches.
Especially ones that fly.
Pissing off insects!

Alexis Bledel is beauty.

I love small notepads.
They're very cute things.

Jeff Dunham is a demigod.
He's a saviour.

I have a very scary exam tomorrow.
Whatever, man.

Just because.

2008-11-28T20:34:00.002+05:30

I'm going insane.
as in bang my head on the wall just for the heck of it insane. i'm bored. my exams are 4days away and i still haven't studied a thing. i just dont feel like it, man. i mean, i'm scared and all.. ooh whats gonna happen i'm gonna flunk kinda scared. not helping. i just cannot get myself to sit down with my study things. on the contrary, what i have been doing -

sleeping - oh its very nice, especially because of the nice weather.
reading books - which are in no way related to my syllabus - jonathan livingston seagull. again.
listening to music - i'll give you an entire playlist before this post ends.
brooding - oh ohh ohhh.
going out - whenever i've been able to muster the energy. and the need (sneak a drink of pepsi). bi-ii-ig issues my parents have about me having pepsi. the other day, i went all the way to new market just to have nahoums brownies :)
watching stuff - well, i just got addicted to the o.c. again. i started downloading all the episodes straight from season1. i've been watching about 2episodes each day.

i'm useless.
i should just die.

sigh.
yesterday was the jethro tull/anoushka shankar concert. i am not even going to start talking about that lest i get carried away. it was bizarre. for reasons like 'i'm accustomed to seeing stuff like this on youtube where they've performed in london or arizona or wherever'. to see them in person.. damn. ian anderson is a very funny man. and anoushka shankar smiles a lot. the fusion tracks were really nice. especially the matchup at the end. the flutes.. absolutely amazing. by the end of it, it was kinda like.. 'haa. satisfaction. i think i can die now' or something. the lighting was beyond amazing. the entire show itself was something. i was having coffee during a break. Rrrr and a brother of her's were there. suddenly we get a report from inside that the show had started. i couldn't find a dustbin so i just chucked half a cup of coffee. no clue where it went. i located the dustbin a moment later, when i turned around.

moving on to other things.
sometime last week, i cut myself while shaving. corner of my lips. shit it hurt. well, i thought it would cure in no time. boy, was i wrong. instead of healing, it's actually spread. the right corner of my lips are slowly starting to look like something straight out of the dark knight. no prizes for guessing what. it hurts. it really hurts.

i have this thing i do. given a situation, a word, something, anything really.. i directly relate it with some film or the other. i don't know. it just comes. i can't help it. it gets annoying after a while. trust me, i've been told. but, i'm really sorry. i just cannot help it.

we all know about the mumbai blasts by now. if anyone doesn't.. go flush yourself down the toilet. the night it happened, i didn't really think much of it because i was sleepy. i saw 10 dead, 25 injured, and i fell asleep. i woke up in the morning. two sms'es. both asking me to watch the bloody news. the later with a reference to the joker from the dark knight. speaking of chaos. my kind of reference. i turn on the news. chaos. i glue myself to the news for the next 3hours. straight. all that i see is chaos. at the end of the 3hours.. 82 dead, 200 injured. what i was seeing was shocking. it scared the hell out of me, man. the newspaper had the scariest photograph.. this old man being helped by a police official to walk out of the railway station. it was empty except for bags, and shoes, and blood everywhere. everywhere. i cant even imagine something like that happening. i'm done talking about this. it's too sad and scary.

here's the bunch of twelve songs that i've been hooked on to for the last couple of days. i made a playlist on iTunes. named it playlist. they're in the exact order below. nice songs. has a lot of emotion and meaning. a lot. and in case you haven't heard some of em.. click. you'll be redirected to a youtube video.
:)

1. Dice - Finley Quaye & William Orbit.
2. Dudley - Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
3. Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch.
4. Mercy - Duffy.
5. Saturday Morning - Eels.
6. The Way We Get By - Spoons.
7. Never Tear Us Apart - INXS.
8. How Far We've Come - Matchbox Twenty.
9. Maybe This Christmas - Ron Sexsmith.
10. Champagne Supernova - Matt Pond.
11. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie.
12. Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head - B.J.Thomas.

the snaps..
a - is a concert poster of the yeah yeah yeahs.
i love the yeah yeah yeahs.
b - is a piece of art which i like from doubletake, doublethink's bedroom wall.
photo c/o senjuti.
c - and i quote.
introduce a little anarchy.
upset the established order and everything becomes chaos.
d - is a fork and a spoon holding hands and walking.
just because..

Lines..

2008-11-25T11:07:00.009+05:30

Oh, and you know the thing about chaos?

It's fair.
...

Houston, we have a problem.
...

Dear Father.
...

With the first sound he made, Jean Baptiste Grenouille sent his mother to the gallows.
...

Find him.
Or I'll peel the flesh off her bones.
...

Oh Captain! My Captain!
...

The Edge Of Heaven.

2008-11-20T23:05:00.004+05:30

Of lives, colliding.

But never actually meeting each other.
Of time, clashing.
But never actually knowing it did.
At the Edge Of Heaven.

Winter is coming.

2008-11-18T13:13:00.004+05:30

Today, when i woke up in the morning, i felt a slight shiver. and although ive been feeling this chill for quite a few days now, today it somehow felt a little different. winter is finally arriving. i love the winter. i love christmas. i love it so much, i cant even begin to explain how much i love it.

and then i remembered i had a whole bunch of christmas songs. so, i sat down and started listening to them. i remember i was a huge Orange County fan. i loved that show. to an extent, i still do. and in the first season they played this song called 'maybe this christmas' in the chrismukkah episode. i loved it. here's the video.

Maybe this Christmas will mean something more
Maybe this year love will appear
Deeper than ever before
And maybe forgiveness will ask us to call
Someone we love
Someone we’ve lost
For reasons we can’t quite recall
Mmm, maybe this Christmas

- Ron S.

i love winter.
i love christmas.
i love it so much.
it makes me happy.

:)

Blind.

2008-11-13T20:31:00.004+05:30

True love is blind.

Snap.

2008-11-11T08:45:00.002+05:30

I'm feeling kind of odd.
So I'll just say this.

90% of what I know are based on assumptions.
The remaining 10% are assumptions.

There.
I said it.
Snap.

Whims of a maneater.

2008-11-03T23:17:00.005+05:30

And he sat there and he stared down at his paws.
He felt lazy.
He felt tired.
He felt drowsy.
Hungry.

His stomach grumbled.
He hadn't had lunch yet.
When was lunch coming?

He stared at the bars.
He stared at his confinement.
He stared at the spectators.
Those two-legged creatures who glared at him.
And they pointed.
And they kept glaring.

He was feeling too lazy.
Too tired.
Too drowsy.
Too hungry.
He sat there.
And he stared at his paws.
When suddenly..
bomp.

Something fell.
Somewhere near him.
What was it?
He raised his head and he looked around.
There was a small ball of mud not too far away from him.
Where did it come from?
It can't harm me, he thought.
He got back to staring at his paws.

And again..
bomp.

He raised his head again.
And he looked around.
Another small ball of mud.
This time nearer.
It was just beside one of his hinds.
And before he had time to look around..
bomp.

On his belly.
He gave a small grunt.
And he looked at the bars.
There were the two-leggeds.
There were four of them straight ahead.
Across the bars.
They glared.
And one of them moved it's arms.
And..
bomp.

This time he felt it on his shoulder.
He gave another small grunt.
He looked straight at the two-legged that had moved.
It made noises.
Irritating ones.
Screechy ones.
He stared at it.
Stared.
Didn't move.

It moved again.
And..
bomp.
On his forehead..

He let out a roar.
With unimaginable speed, he leapt towards the bars.
They were merely a few paws away.
He leapt.
At the two-legged.
That two-legged.

And he reached beyond the bars.
And the two-legged hadn't seen it coming.
It froze.
It's face contorted.
He could see it.
He saw a flash of it's contorted face.
Before his right paw smacked on it with a sickening thud.
The left slashed at it's belly.

Red, thick, warm liquid gushed from it's face and it's belly.
It bled.

And it screamed.
And he snatched at it again and caught it in a hug.
And he ripped it's belly apart.
And he slapped it's face silly.

He could smell it.
He could smell the blood.
He could feel the warmth of it on his paws.

And he let go.
He did not want to kill it.
He knew he hadn't killed it.
He let go.
And it fell.
And he roared.
He roared like he had never roared before.
And there was warm, red blood on his paws.
And he roared..

And he let out a roar.
And he looked up.
The two-legged stepped back.
And all four of them walked away.
And he got back to staring at his paws.

Just stuff; because I can't think of a better, shorter name for this post.

2008-10-28T00:34:00.001+05:30

It's approximately 12.13am. i've got a glass of chilled pepsi in front of me. i'm listening to free bird by lynyrd skynyrd. i've been listening to it for the past three-quarters of an hour. over and over again. it's the live version. it's 14minutes long anyways. enjoy the video here. the little picture above is a cute-emo. i'm sure you've seen stuff like that before. they're just too cute to ignore.
:) :)

well, owe this meaningless post to the weather. it's chilly. the rain's stopped, but the bone-chilling wind's still there. i hate the weather we've been having for the past three days. it's soggy, and it's dark, and it's depressing. i couldn't go out of my house for the last two days. finally when there was some sunshine today, i put on my brand new shoes (very nice song by paulo nutini. check it out here) and i went out and had phuchka and a chicken roll, and mishti. it was so damn worth it, because as soon as i got home, the weather fucking changed back to dark and depressing again!

my mother is crawling up my back telling me to get a haircut.
'piku, jao chul kete esho.'
'piku, chul kete esho noeto tomake kichhu'r jonye taka debona.'
'piku, chul kete esho noeto tomae kothao jete debona.'
'piku, jao chul kete esho.'
you get the picture, right? but the thing is.. i don't want to cut my hair. it's actually long enough to tie at the back now. but i don't do that. it feels weird.

yesterday, i fell in love with the way liverpool played against chelsea. they won 1-0, and although the goal wasn't that good a goal, they deserved to win. so much for manchester united. i wonder what's wrong with them. defender rio ferdinand actually looked like he had been run over by a car and thrown onto the football field the other day. after 60-odd minutes into the game, he looked exactly like it. i swear. i love football. i love all the teams, and all the players. they just make everything so entertaining. i love football.

it's diwali week. tomorrow's kali pujo. i haven't enjoyed kali pujo or diwali for a couple of years now. earlier, when i was littel-er, my cousin sister and i used to burst crackers together, and it was great fun. then, suddenly, it just stopped. and i haven't burst crackers since. tomorrow i'll probably be going over to a friend's place for lunch and all. i don't know. the plan might get cancelled. i hope it doesn't get canceled. i don't want it to get canceled. i want everyone who's supposed to come to come, so that the plan doesn't get canceled.

i've been rambling enough.
photo two is lynyrd skynyrd live in concert. just because i like them.
photo three is another cute-emo. it's cute. there, i said it. think whatever. see if i care.

From and Inspired by..

2008-10-23T16:53:00.004+05:30

Well, this is going to be a film post. I know I have another blog set aside for films, but this isn't a review, so it's appropriate that I post this here.

I've been obsessed with Spiderman 2 for the past couple of days. This is the second time. The first time was, well, when the first posters and promos came out in late 2003. Then the soundtrack came out. Here I must admit something. I'm a cheapskate when it comes to buying music cd's and all, but this album I bought. It cost me some 300 odd rupees. That is very very expensive for me. And also you must keep in mind that most of the artists who had songs in this album I had almost never heard of before. The most significant mention on the album cover was Music from and inspired by the film Spiderman 2. Now, understand this - The songs in this album are either played during the film at some time or the other; or the songs are directly related to the film, which means that the songs were written especially for the film and what the film portrays. Advanced screenings were given to selected artists in order to come up with original compositions for the film.

All of that, and Voila, you get the Original Soundtrack for Spiderman! The end result is mind-blowing. The OST features the talents of Dashboard Confessional, Train, Hoobastank, Jet, Yellowcard, Maroon 5, Taking Back Sunday, Midtown, lostprophets, Smile empty Soul, The Ataris, Switchfoot, Ana, Jimmy Gnecco, Danny Elfman, She Spider, and Strings (yes, Sony, Columbia Pictures, Marvel, and Sam Raimi himself decided to include Na Jaane Kyun in the album).

Speaking of the film; I must state first that it is my favorite among the three Spiderman films (damn, i hope they make a few more of them!). Alfred Molina is a-natural in this film. I thought Willem Dafoe's casting as Norman Osborn was as close to perfect as they would get in the Spiderman films. Boy, was I wrong! Otto Octavius was perfect. More perfect than the perfectest perfect. The film itself was amazing. Everything about it was great. The action sequences (which HAD to be perfect to match up to the one's in its predecessor) were out of this world. Right from Octavius' accident and havoc caused by his metallic arms; to the train sequence to the closing show-off. Wow. Special mention for James Franco as Harry Osborn (how could you kill him in just the third film, Mr. Raimi? sigh).

Enough said. Pictures one and two are wallpapers of the film. The second one is pretty rare. The third picture is of Dashboard Confessional. It's just a really good photograph. The first song of the album is Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional. They're lead singer and guitarist Chris Carrabba wrote the song in fifteen minutes after a special screening of the film. Remember, all the tracks in the album are something entirely different. If you love music, you will love them. Straight from the unlike-Maroon 5 track called Woman, to Switchfoot's hot guitaring in Meant To Live, to the awesome violin solo in Yellowcard's Gifts and Curses. If you can find this album in the market, buy it. It comes with a booklet with stills from the film and a bonus vcd with trailers and interviews. You'll thank yourself.

I'm anything but ordinary - Ordinary, by Train.

Sickness. and other things..

2008-10-14T19:54:00.006+05:30

Well, that's my birdday cake. it's heavenly. my friends couldn't have any because i forgot to serve it after dinner. honest. i forgot. i had lots and lots of pepsi and chocolate ice cream after midnight yesterday, and today, after almost two years, i have fever. and i shouldn't really be sitting in front of the pc and posting on my blog (or just sitting in front of it either), but i feel like it. so, there.

today is lokhhi pujo. i slept while my mother did the pujo. i slept for five hours. ALL damn afternoon. then i woke up and lazed around, and i read the book which Rrrr gave me for my birdday. damn, it's good. freaky. honest. and freaky.damn honest. and damn freaky. i already read around hundred pages of it. i couldn't eat after that. it's freaky. very very freaky.

i have these phases. they come and go. i'm sure it happens to everyone. you know, when suddenly you get hooked on to something. a book. a film. a song. etc etc. well, for the third time in my life, i'm having my ac/dc phase. rather, back in black phase. i can't stop listening to the album. over and over again. over and over again. over and over again. over and.. well, you get the picture. and one more song.. hard as a rock! that's from their 1995 album, ballbreaker. hot song. really hot song!

this be the original video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XJa6tx8G_k

now, for some photographs :

photo one : that be jishus. he suffers from ocd. he can't have food which has been had by others. damn, i can't find the english word for it (it'll come to me). it's called ettho in bengali. well, he wouldn't have the cake because he thought that Rrrr had ettho-fied it, which she hadn't. me and soham forced him to have some. this is what he looked like after i had shoved a handful of cake into his mouth. yes, freaky. i know.

photo two : this is the photograph of the evening. Pip the drunk looking bear. he is drunk, rather. chiquita gave him to me for my birthday. Rrrr righfully declared that he was drunk. and i named him Pip (to various objections of chiqui which i refuse to elaborate here). well, i placed him next to Rrrr as she was having fun with her phone, and i clicked this. it just looks too the funny, i'm sorry. it looks too funny. looook at pip.

photo three: just a drawing i drew on my wall. think whatever you want.

tatabyebye.
:)

roar.

2008-09-08T23:47:00.002+05:30

don't ask.

Need a gun..

2008-09-02T22:07:00.004+05:30

I need a gun to keep myself from harm.
the poor people are burning in the sun.

if u asked me why exactly i liked Gorillaz, i wouldn't be able to tell you. not exactly at least. i think i always liked the band and the members more than their songs. then again, i love the songs. i spent 2hours sitting in starmark one day reading a Gorillaz encyclopedia. i forgot most of the things i read in it because, well, there was way too much written in it. plus, i was paying too much attention to the colorful photos.

from left to right : murdoc niccals (the bassist), russel hobbs (the drummer), noodle (with guitar), 2D (the lead singer).

they ain't got a chance.
they ain't got a chance.
i need a gun, coz all i do is dance.
coz all i do.. is dance..

note :
photo of gun; my own.
lyrics - dirty harry by gorillaz.

Erm.. week/weekend.

2008-08-31T22:12:00.001+05:30

I'm sleepy. i have been since afternoon. yet, i had enough energy to go and buy some stuff from this mall in the evening. my red all-star converse shoes got absolutely ruined because i stepped in wet mud and my left foot literally drowned in it. some woman nearby laughed when that happened. it was dark, right on the side of the bypass. i felt like fucking killing the bitch. BITCH! my converse shoes [:(]..

i think i did badly in my internal exams the past week. i don't know actually. i don't even know what i wrote in the exams. they were just weird. then on friday, after the exam, something really funny happened. it was raining heavily. pouring. and people were getting drenched. suddenly a bunch of my classmates grabbed hold of me and dumped me into a depression with knee-deep water. it felt heavenly. the moment they carried me out onto the roof (yes, roof with pool-like depression. believe it!) i stopped screaming. i felt the rain pouring down on my chest; and then i flew, and then i drowned.. Rrrr claims she just stood by and watched the people carrying my thrashing carcass-like body across the corridor and out onto the roof. my elbows got bruised. my a/v player was in my pocket then. it's acting weird now. damn! then we were attending the screening. it was kind of cold in the room, so i caught a bit of a cold.

Saturday, i met up wit Sry, after ages. we were wearing similar shoes, and she had this thing that i was taking photographs of her ass. i wasn't. then there was this cool guy, wearing three-quarters, huuuge socks, with an iPod in his ears. oh no, wait.. did i say cool? NOT! it was a fun time. kinda scary. really scary car-ride home. her dad was driving. when she introduced me, she said,'sambit - dad. dad - sambit.' and i said,'hello.. dad.' damnit, man. that was so stoopid. watched Rock On with three friends in the evening. really nice film. going out to watch a film with people you actually like is really nice. sometimes even bad films feel nice. had that experience the week before. actually someone else made the statement i just made.

note: the photographs - headlights (clicked on my way home. there was a lights out!), and same shoes (really difficult to click since both of us kept losing our balance).

i'm sleepy. very sleepy. i have to eat now. i can smell good food. there's no pepsi in the house. damn.
tomorrow's monday. i hate mondays. damn.

Today is Sunday

2008-08-24T11:45:00.002+05:30

I've got two exams tomorrow and i know virtually nothing. i like the subject, but i'm not in the mood to study. at all. i stayed up for the better of the night studying nothing. well, trying, but not succeeding. i woke up late. very late. and now since i don't feel like studying, i'm writing this.

I had an urge to draw something. oo ooo wait, i have a pet fish now. her name is Fish and she has the biggest cutest eyes. well, eye actually. since i haven't seen her other eye. yes, its complicated. i feel like complaining about the fact that my mother promised to make good food this afternoon but she isn't, but i'll let that pass. isa has had a productive weekend. she's now totally dry after her month's bath. she's not exactly squeaky clean though.

I'm still unfamiliar with a better part of my university campus. the mashi at my favorite canteen got pissed with me the other day for shouting for food. she kinda scolded me. indirectly. then the next day we didn't go to her canteen for food, and later she asked us why we hadn't come. she's a sweet mashi. i like her. i'll eat from her canteen on monday again.

The photograph above was taken on one of those leisurely strolls through the campus. that's one of those things which rarely happen because most of the time we're just too lazy. sitting around and burning stuff and having five star and ice tea is nice enough. i like the photograph though. we were talking, while walking. and we came up with the conclusion that we'll probably have some place in the campus left undiscovered even on the last day of our college life. i'll probably be in this university for the next five years, so that's a lot of time. we'll probably walk into unchartered territory on that final day and realize :

'ah. we've never been here before. imagine. five years, and we never knew this place existed. and it's right beside that place where we used to sit around and burn stuff and have five star and ice tea. ah.'

well, we're getting around to know the campus.
bit by baby-step bit.

Cartoons I grew up with..

2008-07-13T16:49:00.009+05:30

It's sad that these days they dont show any of d good cartoons of the old days. even if they do, its in hindi! growing up, i watched a lotta stuff.. and they were all sooo goood.. i just spent a better part of my day digging up some videos on youtube...

these were some of my favorites :

dexter's lab
courage the cowardly dog
two stupid dogs
samurai jack
(now they got shit like 'chuddie buddie' playing on prime time. yes, chuddie means underwear. shit!!)

take some time out n watch some of the videos here....... you're bound to enjoy em...... they bring back memories [:)][:)].....

'stupid dog, ya made me look bad... ooga-booga-booga!!!'

'aww in't that cuute??? but it's wrooooooooooooooong!!!!!'

'this intro is soooo damn hot!!!"

THOSE EYES!!!!!

samurai jack was singlehandedly one of THE BEST cartoons i have ever seeen..... they should be making a film on it.

"whadu i do??? whadu i do????????"

eat your heart out 'chuddie buddie'!!!

note: click on play twice to make d videos work!

fin

Art

2008-07-10T18:43:00.002+05:30

Cat ~ thingy.

I drew it.

What?

I was bored.

Ya ya, shut up.