weak me or society ?

Two extreme types of souls reside on this earth.

As once pooled splendidly by Rabindranath Tagore,

"One lives bleating the wriggles of their sentiments and following the paved track of human exploitation.

And one heaps out of conventional track to redefine the essence of human existence and to make world a melody of harmony and progress”.

Straight the hearts would be the ardent followers of the latter species. Who bothers for the weaker ones? Nobody did, it would be passed onto the upcoming generations to avoid the resilience for the betterment of humanity. One would smother the acts of minority because they were not capable of or may not be exposed to the outer better world. This flock of snobs will not let the weak to reside in their eloped world in preordained way as wished by the almighty.

Take an instance of a college of nerds, every geeky is puffed up with endless queries and there may be some, content wandering in their own nurtured fantasies. Stooping over the last invisible bench won’t get me a sighed relief. Professors keep harassing me over my jerky cerebellum and fellow friends never mind playing sarcastically with my emotions. Feeling heart-broken, I would leave the place in remorse growing even darker with every moment. Praying silently when world went into deep slumber, “God why you parcel me to this unsustainable place? “My efforts recklessly ditched as if some unwanted garbage left to mingle with the very source (mother earth). I shall try not to peep into the lives of gifted species, haplessly galloping the endless track in a darkened night with foggy hopes, looking for some virtual destination, where no one ever reaches..

weak me or society ?

Two extreme types of souls reside on this earth.

As once pooled splendidly by Rabindranath Tagore,

"One lives bleating the wriggles of their sentiments and following the paved track of human exploitation.

And one heaps out of conventional track to redefine the essence of human existence and to make world a melody of harmony and progress”.

Straight the hearts would be the ardent followers of the latter species. Who bothers for the weaker ones? Nobody did, it would be passed onto the upcoming generations to avoid the resilience for the betterment of humanity. One would smother the acts of minority because they were not capable of or may not be exposed to the outer better world. This flock of snobs will not let the weak to reside in their eloped world in preordained way as wished by the almighty.

Take an instance of a college of nerds, every geeky is puffed up with endless queries and there may be some, content wandering in their own nurtured fantasies. Stooping over the last invisible bench won’t get me a sighed relief. Professors keep harassing me over my jerky cerebellum and fellow friends never mind playing sarcastically with my emotions. Feeling heart-broken, I would leave the place in remorse growing even darker with every moment. Praying silently when world went into deep slumber, “God why you parcel me to this unsustainable place? “My efforts recklessly ditched as if some unwanted garbage left to mingle with the very source (mother earth). I shall try not to peep into the lives of gifted species, haplessly galloping the endless track in a darkened night with foggy hopes, looking for some virtual destination, where no one ever reaches..

A remorseless mind deployed with a ruthless heart, it was the exact scenario at the regal traffic stop. Begging for a livelihood in the reckless heat to a person whose past ancestors and impending generations would never conceive of doing such acts in their wildest dreams. Rolled up windows of black curvaceous Scorpio was filtering out the humane emotions too. A girl pooh-poohing her puppy reminding me of that mentally retarded dog convincing the mass for a cellular firm. That dog kept barking relentlessly paving at those ill-fated species until the signal turned green, rampaging over the hopes of the most intelligent and god-gifted species ever existed on earth. I keep watching another crude face of humanity served with feverish sentiments. I was helpless...

A remorseless mind deployed with a ruthless heart, it was the exact scenario at the regal traffic stop. Begging for a livelihood in the reckless heat to a person whose past ancestors and impending generations would never conceive of doing such acts in their wildest dreams. Rolled up windows of black curvaceous Scorpio was filtering out the humane emotions too. A girl pooh-poohing her puppy reminding me of that mentally retarded dog convincing the mass for a cellular firm. That dog kept barking relentlessly paving at those ill-fated species until the signal turned green, rampaging over the hopes of the most intelligent and god-gifted species ever existed on earth. I keep watching another crude face of humanity served with feverish sentiments. I was helpless...

i miss school days..

National anthem was being sung in chorus, yet exhibited in haphazard manner; in music room installed facing our classroom. While tongues supporting it, yet mind rendered over so many thoughtful issues, which holds the same charm even now. During the prayers, the so called, most labyrinth league of the school staring endlessly at those dilapidated blank walls or peeping down the window panes to catch a glimpse of glamour. Giggling over some weird joke with puri, a big thud sent me reeling upon the other guy on right side. Wow, it was a chained process ignited from the puri’s end throwing everyone on that bench going with the heavy momentum of puri. Has puri gone frantic over such a joke? Our English teacher has slapped puri robustly. Such was the intensity or flexibility of puri, eye-brows rising over the latter; everyone got some part of that jittery impulse. I guess that moment never faded away from my mind.

Yesterday I got the chance to relish the old reminiscences of school that got whisked away under our strenuous mind years ago. Hooked up a meet in the evening with navish and rohan, which got off quite late because rohan had to accompany his friend for hair straightening. Yet me and navish talked about future prospects more soaked with foggy hopes of exemplary time ahead. Navish, to me, a person heaped so much praise for his unbounded dedication for his work that has paid off well. Our talks could have churn out all the charm if rohan had not popped in.

A man of few words, yet those words could lighten up any wriggled person like me. He kept the clock ticking fast with his notorious one-liners for the girls. A female dressed in typical devilish Delhi attire accompanied by her friend broke down crying in barista coffee shop. Facing a three-some handsomely pair might had soothe her, yet rohan cracked out saying” my face is reminding her of someone special”. Oops, guys nevertheless will remain guys. We went to MJ for spending another 2-3 hours helping us with drinks. All I could do was gritting my teeth and clenching fists over the table upon hearing the claps meant for cheering Kolkata knight riders. It took us some time adapting to that sterling environment asking waiter to tug up volume of songs, though enjoying those songs meant for every person. Game theory, bucky balls and business dilemma made the crux of that splendid time spent together. Yet rohan kept confusing my silent ecstasy with boredom of the moment. Simply inexpressible were my feelings for outcome of this meet, time unfolded itself into the most memorable moments. Time went past flying with its golden wings sharing the thoughts over the gracious looks of girls from alexandra school in Amritsar.

Rohan insisted checking his mails in math department at 1am midnight. We left that bogus place in fifteen minutes after glancing over my scraps and blog comments. Both are virgin since last week, sensuous and untouched. I am quite diffident and hold rather a much lauded podium for my blog than it is perceived by visitors (if any). Grooving back to the unperturbed atmosphere of the math lab, we soon sprung out of it. I wanted to gasp some fresh gulp of air. My head was still spinning like a ball lofted high into the air. Got into the auto from the college entrance and left the place with a promise to meet next weekend too. My heart yet skeptical to accept the warmth which our friendship still holds tenderly. Eyes contrasting the very feelings of my heart, you rock guys. Atleast you did for me.

Thanks a lot :)

i miss school days..

National anthem was being sung in chorus, yet exhibited in haphazard manner; in music room installed facing our classroom. While tongues supporting it, yet mind rendered over so many thoughtful issues, which holds the same charm even now. During the prayers, the so called, most labyrinth league of the school staring endlessly at those dilapidated blank walls or peeping down the window panes to catch a glimpse of glamour. Giggling over some weird joke with puri, a big thud sent me reeling upon the other guy on right side. Wow, it was a chained process ignited from the puri’s end throwing everyone on that bench going with the heavy momentum of puri. Has puri gone frantic over such a joke? Our English teacher has slapped puri robustly. Such was the intensity or flexibility of puri, eye-brows rising over the latter; everyone got some part of that jittery impulse. I guess that moment never faded away from my mind.

Yesterday I got the chance to relish the old reminiscences of school that got whisked away under our strenuous mind years ago. Hooked up a meet in the evening with navish and rohan, which got off quite late because rohan had to accompany his friend for hair straightening. Yet me and navish talked about future prospects more soaked with foggy hopes of exemplary time ahead. Navish, to me, a person heaped so much praise for his unbounded dedication for his work that has paid off well. Our talks could have churn out all the charm if rohan had not popped in.

A man of few words, yet those words could lighten up any wriggled person like me. He kept the clock ticking fast with his notorious one-liners for the girls. A female dressed in typical devilish Delhi attire accompanied by her friend broke down crying in barista coffee shop. Facing a three-some handsomely pair might had soothe her, yet rohan cracked out saying” my face is reminding her of someone special”. Oops, guys nevertheless will remain guys. We went to MJ for spending another 2-3 hours helping us with drinks. All I could do was gritting my teeth and clenching fists over the table upon hearing the claps meant for cheering Kolkata knight riders. It took us some time adapting to that sterling environment asking waiter to tug up volume of songs, though enjoying those songs meant for every person. Game theory, bucky balls and business dilemma made the crux of that splendid time spent together. Yet rohan kept confusing my silent ecstasy with boredom of the moment. Simply inexpressible were my feelings for outcome of this meet, time unfolded itself into the most memorable moments. Time went past flying with its golden wings sharing the thoughts over the gracious looks of girls from alexandra school in Amritsar.

Rohan insisted checking his mails in math department at 1am midnight. We left that bogus place in fifteen minutes after glancing over my scraps and blog comments. Both are virgin since last week, sensuous and untouched. I am quite diffident and hold rather a much lauded podium for my blog than it is perceived by visitors (if any). Grooving back to the unperturbed atmosphere of the math lab, we soon sprung out of it. I wanted to gasp some fresh gulp of air. My head was still spinning like a ball lofted high into the air. Got into the auto from the college entrance and left the place with a promise to meet next weekend too. My heart yet skeptical to accept the warmth which our friendship still holds tenderly. Eyes contrasting the very feelings of my heart, you rock guys. Atleast you did for me.

Thanks a lot :)

love actually..

I am totally bogged down under this treacherous dogma of life. Spent the whole night pulling out my friend from this malicious marsh of, so called, love. Feelings for their beloved ones are orated as if listener has never dipped into this divine sea.

“I love you but I’m not prepared to shoulder her responsibility. I shan’t meet you for your exemplary future. I’m putting you in this predicament for your goodness. You have to weigh this callousness of which you always were petrified of”.

People get eloped, when strike by the intense need of responsibility, still bemoaning their love. Just ask him to explain the plight of his beloved one. A 10 year brother would always be ready to lament his life for screening her sister. Same guy after decades would probably shirk off his girlfriend presenting the inability to cope the mounting pressure. Fanatics won’t take more than an instant to distill out purest love from its infectious mask. This is not love. One would not mind smashed by much older boys to snatch a seat in school bus for her sister. Atleast one punch would strike the nose, sending those pranksters reeling backwards, for commenting your younger cousin while playing in ground. Such impeccable ropes of relationship are nurtured by the purest form of love. Spending some bucks for a cold coffee can’t melt down the love to bottom from the ice-cream floating in it. Partying out to Malaysia for a trip won’t conjure up lovable person for you.

Probably Anil Ambani would be the most lovable person then. :)

love actually..

I am totally bogged down under this treacherous dogma of life. Spent the whole night pulling out my friend from this malicious marsh of, so called, love. Feelings for their beloved ones are orated as if listener has never dipped into this divine sea.

“I love you but I’m not prepared to shoulder her responsibility. I shan’t meet you for your exemplary future. I’m putting you in this predicament for your goodness. You have to weigh this callousness of which you always were petrified of”.

People get eloped, when strike by the intense need of responsibility, still bemoaning their love. Just ask him to explain the plight of his beloved one. A 10 year brother would always be ready to lament his life for screening her sister. Same guy after decades would probably shirk off his girlfriend presenting the inability to cope the mounting pressure. Fanatics won’t take more than an instant to distill out purest love from its infectious mask. This is not love. One would not mind smashed by much older boys to snatch a seat in school bus for her sister. Atleast one punch would strike the nose, sending those pranksters reeling backwards, for commenting your younger cousin while playing in ground. Such impeccable ropes of relationship are nurtured by the purest form of love. Spending some bucks for a cold coffee can’t melt down the love to bottom from the ice-cream floating in it. Partying out to Malaysia for a trip won’t conjure up lovable person for you.

Probably Anil Ambani would be the most lovable person then. :)

being a girl..

One could see countless girls scrubbing their delicate feet on endless grooved paths in the park. Nothing much crosses my mind amidst running but some droplets of sweat rolling down by stubble beard over the cheeks. Thanks Daman. I wonder how it feels to be clubbed in a feministic soul. Let me try how it feels to be on the greener side of field, which guys never stopped gazing showing remarkable audacity.

Damn it, my shoes were pinching me yet this track never came to an end. I screened looking at guys running franticly as if would get some Olympic medal (assume Aseem too trying to impress her). Couldn’t that guy try being somewhat more sober? As if had escaped some imprisoned sentence and running here for decades compensating for that dreadful act. Desperately trying to catch my eye, looking straight down the track as if had no interest in us (girls) since childhood. I thought”, he would surely try getting a glimpse of this maverick beauty”. Nope, he didn’t.

How can one such guy, irresistibly stinking, could felt the invisibility of an enchanting girl like me? Betting down few bucks, over presence of some other girl in his mind, might not be a bad idea. I would never like accompanying such guy over mountaineering, singing with me in unison. I wished this guy could be my inverter at home. He would never get knocked down unlike my bleak inverter.

Here he came across rounding this rumbling track once again. Eyes again stretching down at ground only as if hunting some ancient treasure under earth. I could turn flock of guys reeling with my killer looks. How weirdly guys behave sometimes? I do not mind turning down the requests of guys, but still god could have given them a pinch of what I am acquiring at the moment.

Please give this guy little bit extra for his mentally retarded acts for girls!!
Last laugh is again mine. HA HA HA.

being a girl..

One could see countless girls scrubbing their delicate feet on endless grooved paths in the park. Nothing much crosses my mind amidst running but some droplets of sweat rolling down by stubble beard over the cheeks. Thanks Daman. I wonder how it feels to be clubbed in a feministic soul. Let me try how it feels to be on the greener side of field, which guys never stopped gazing showing remarkable audacity.

Damn it, my shoes were pinching me yet this track never came to an end. I screened looking at guys running franticly as if would get some Olympic medal (assume Aseem too trying to impress her). Couldn’t that guy try being somewhat more sober? As if had escaped some imprisoned sentence and running here for decades compensating for that dreadful act. Desperately trying to catch my eye, looking straight down the track as if had no interest in us (girls) since childhood. I thought”, he would surely try getting a glimpse of this maverick beauty”. Nope, he didn’t.

How can one such guy, irresistibly stinking, could felt the invisibility of an enchanting girl like me? Betting down few bucks, over presence of some other girl in his mind, might not be a bad idea. I would never like accompanying such guy over mountaineering, singing with me in unison. I wished this guy could be my inverter at home. He would never get knocked down unlike my bleak inverter.

Here he came across rounding this rumbling track once again. Eyes again stretching down at ground only as if hunting some ancient treasure under earth. I could turn flock of guys reeling with my killer looks. How weirdly guys behave sometimes? I do not mind turning down the requests of guys, but still god could have given them a pinch of what I am acquiring at the moment.

Please give this guy little bit extra for his mentally retarded acts for girls!!
Last laugh is again mine. HA HA HA.

pity blogging..

Life requires no more flavour at the moment. Rather mind seems absorbed much into the materialistic goods in the world, yet adoring the audacity of god. Not much to brag at this moment, Amitabh Bachhan’s blog is holding the melodious attention of the blog visitors. He can curve even the weird writings to get a pile of fanatic comments. Such is his silver screen status, he could even beat Salman Rushdie’s midnight children with his horrible wordily creations. I do not like lauding a person for an act, just because he had a huge impact over the country in a different arena. I would prefer glimpsing over his father’s thought-provoking poems than his vicious posts.

Talking about myself, some would rate it as if a total heinous act of thoughts. But I won’t mind simply revealing the dire fact as being the lone visitor to my own blog. Still content to applaud myself.

Life is neither a crunch lying in ice-cream nor a wafer lying alongside open cheese burger, it is a bolt smacked till its end into an endless wall. One keeps wriggling over the exposed side of bolt just to loosen it till end. Two classified categories exist on this land. One would screw down the bolt avoiding the overt red dust over their face. Second species letting every particulate striking bluntly over torn masks but both would end up dreading their deeds. This is nasty contentious rule prevailing over every mind in this world. Formers would applaud latter’s approach and vice versa. Still everyone looks at others with anxious eyes for hours as if other would induce some cents of perfection. Others feel as if only that person is making merry in leisure. Such complex become the tracks of life, one keeps drowning with the trends of it. Still there I felt the presence of another out of the world species. Do I need to name myself??

pity blogging..

Life requires no more flavour at the moment. Rather mind seems absorbed much into the materialistic goods in the world, yet adoring the audacity of god. Not much to brag at this moment, Amitabh Bachhan’s blog is holding the melodious attention of the blog visitors. He can curve even the weird writings to get a pile of fanatic comments. Such is his silver screen status, he could even beat Salman Rushdie’s midnight children with his horrible wordily creations. I do not like lauding a person for an act, just because he had a huge impact over the country in a different arena. I would prefer glimpsing over his father’s thought-provoking poems than his vicious posts.

Talking about myself, some would rate it as if a total heinous act of thoughts. But I won’t mind simply revealing the dire fact as being the lone visitor to my own blog. Still content to applaud myself.

Life is neither a crunch lying in ice-cream nor a wafer lying alongside open cheese burger, it is a bolt smacked till its end into an endless wall. One keeps wriggling over the exposed side of bolt just to loosen it till end. Two classified categories exist on this land. One would screw down the bolt avoiding the overt red dust over their face. Second species letting every particulate striking bluntly over torn masks but both would end up dreading their deeds. This is nasty contentious rule prevailing over every mind in this world. Formers would applaud latter’s approach and vice versa. Still everyone looks at others with anxious eyes for hours as if other would induce some cents of perfection. Others feel as if only that person is making merry in leisure. Such complex become the tracks of life, one keeps drowning with the trends of it. Still there I felt the presence of another out of the world species. Do I need to name myself??

typical me !

Those droplets of fresh rain could never be more adorable than after the unbeatable heat. Showering over the guava tree, making it presentable once again with fresh spray of greenery surmounting all over it. Even the merry chirps of birds could easily creep into my ears under that peacefull aura. Far away from that madding crowd, lazily making my way for the garden to have a say in this nostalgic atmosphere.

Again someone calling me from inside. Some special dish waiting for me to swallow it. Haaaaaa.. I am enjoying life more than every successfull, happiest and optimistic person ever landed on this beautiful planet.

typical me !

Those droplets of fresh rain could never be more adorable than after the unbeatable heat. Showering over the guava tree, making it presentable once again with fresh spray of greenery surmounting all over it. Even the merry chirps of birds could easily creep into my ears under that peacefull aura. Far away from that madding crowd, lazily making my way for the garden to have a say in this nostalgic atmosphere.

Again someone calling me from inside. Some special dish waiting for me to swallow it. Haaaaaa.. I am enjoying life more than every successfull, happiest and optimistic person ever landed on this beautiful planet.

hainaa :)

Suppressing the cushion of my chair arms cladding the keyboard, i cannot mum anything but life simply rocks. One could never relish it unless one has bore the agony of missing it too. Eyes felt tired following those endless girls scratching their branded shoes to shed some weight. It comes as a fresh lease of life to watch those stray dogs running under the unbroken clear sky with their tongues dancing with the gravity pull of earth. Nothing feels more accomplished wiring myself with those local lads playing cricket in the fields soaked in sweat. Fields are shaved off in April with ripe wheat crops. time for the rice now, but one has to wait for the arrival of monsoon which would still be hovering over the bay of Bengal.

My mind taking me to through the countless days i spent gazing at this place, running short of words to lighten up the two acuities of human nature.
Money can't conquer everything, for the rest i have my place, My Home.
Life rocks, haina :)

hainaa :)

Suppressing the cushion of my chair arms cladding the keyboard, i cannot mum anything but life simply rocks. One could never relish it unless one has bore the agony of missing it too. Eyes felt tired following those endless girls scratching their branded shoes to shed some weight. It comes as a fresh lease of life to watch those stray dogs running under the unbroken clear sky with their tongues dancing with the gravity pull of earth. Nothing feels more accomplished wiring myself with those local lads playing cricket in the fields soaked in sweat. Fields are shaved off in April with ripe wheat crops. time for the rice now, but one has to wait for the arrival of monsoon which would still be hovering over the bay of Bengal.

My mind taking me to through the countless days i spent gazing at this place, running short of words to lighten up the two acuities of human nature.
Money can't conquer everything, for the rest i have my place, My Home.
Life rocks, haina :)

why am i only?

Staring through the roof top at alaknanda grid roughly reminds me the storage cabin in dwarka workshop. I always liked roaming endlessly in those deserted streets of sector 10. I was literally moved by the fascinating architect of those apartments, where I had once thought of residing after my joining. Those roads always wheeled scantily, casting down the images of my own city. After feeling thwarted working under the sweltering heat nothing seems more soother to my savaged soul than eyeing at the nearby metro station. Eyes carrying an inexpressible ease hunting down the glass panes of metro tacitly looking for someone. That acquaintance, at that instant, might be pressing hard upon the course notebooks at a place; one could reach walking down that way.

The last words: you’ll understand. One could not part such a chance to put up a brave front against the dismal girl, though for that instance only. After passing through a gloomy week, I am feeling being cheated upon by my daunted ego, roaring spirit and many more. I could have intervened in a more pragmatic manner than shutting it with such callous heart as if dropping my book after my exams. One realizes the worth after losing it, never suited better before. I hammered down every bent of that relationship with a cruelty never talked before. It took years to build a porch to enjoy the leisure, but one tough moment can shatter it into bricks. Being a victim, yet not convinced, making efforts gathering those bricks to provide shelter. Still regretting my every move, yet dismayed over the future, can’t turn back the time’s fortune. If granted a wish to turn it back, I never know what could have been the appropriate way of facing those traumatic moments. I still complain being denied my part of words. I could do nothing sighing after my feelings were uprooted as if denied clemency for feeding them. Being an ordinary soul, I do nurture feelings under my witty heart. Though not so secure in exposing, yet would call it unfair for weeding those out without asking my mellow heart.

I don’t have a say under your gigantic island. As a subtle piece of modern technology, I was wriggled through the daily hardships. One day long after, given a recognition one could dream of, was reaped out of the life as if harvesting a paddy field in may. I am a human being, have a heart which too beats longing for someone who could soothe it before the pain tormented it. I have feelings too asking for a shoulder to bank upon under the tough times. This brain too gets wrecked down under the havoc. But why would one bother for a priceless non-living being? Yeah, how could your intuition be so wrong? I know you’ll understand.

why am i only?

Staring through the roof top at alaknanda grid roughly reminds me the storage cabin in dwarka workshop. I always liked roaming endlessly in those deserted streets of sector 10. I was literally moved by the fascinating architect of those apartments, where I had once thought of residing after my joining. Those roads always wheeled scantily, casting down the images of my own city. After feeling thwarted working under the sweltering heat nothing seems more soother to my savaged soul than eyeing at the nearby metro station. Eyes carrying an inexpressible ease hunting down the glass panes of metro tacitly looking for someone. That acquaintance, at that instant, might be pressing hard upon the course notebooks at a place; one could reach walking down that way.

The last words: you’ll understand. One could not part such a chance to put up a brave front against the dismal girl, though for that instance only. After passing through a gloomy week, I am feeling being cheated upon by my daunted ego, roaring spirit and many more. I could have intervened in a more pragmatic manner than shutting it with such callous heart as if dropping my book after my exams. One realizes the worth after losing it, never suited better before. I hammered down every bent of that relationship with a cruelty never talked before. It took years to build a porch to enjoy the leisure, but one tough moment can shatter it into bricks. Being a victim, yet not convinced, making efforts gathering those bricks to provide shelter. Still regretting my every move, yet dismayed over the future, can’t turn back the time’s fortune. If granted a wish to turn it back, I never know what could have been the appropriate way of facing those traumatic moments. I still complain being denied my part of words. I could do nothing sighing after my feelings were uprooted as if denied clemency for feeding them. Being an ordinary soul, I do nurture feelings under my witty heart. Though not so secure in exposing, yet would call it unfair for weeding those out without asking my mellow heart.

I don’t have a say under your gigantic island. As a subtle piece of modern technology, I was wriggled through the daily hardships. One day long after, given a recognition one could dream of, was reaped out of the life as if harvesting a paddy field in may. I am a human being, have a heart which too beats longing for someone who could soothe it before the pain tormented it. I have feelings too asking for a shoulder to bank upon under the tough times. This brain too gets wrecked down under the havoc. But why would one bother for a priceless non-living being? Yeah, how could your intuition be so wrong? I know you’ll understand.