Secret

Do you know  what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?....the freaks are born.

Les Riches

Get rid of the sadness .Get rid of commies.Oh no they don't even know about them.They survived the 70s, they survived boiled potatoes and mustard oil meals.Now their sons work in PSUs and multinationals. They want the good life the good life...they want Katrinas cleavage and morning Gayatri mantras...they want modular kitchens and obedient servants....they want social status and a cup of tea with the minister.
Who can blame them ..don't they now deserve  the good life? Their grandkids with spiked hair and flashy clothes ..liberal flirts but no sex addicts ....the IIT and the IIM graduates ..but don't be so fast now....look closely ....in the lips of the 15yr old there is irrefutable logic about Hrithik's dialogue in Koi Mil Gaya.

Goddamn

seriously she is too beautiful to be a porn star

i know its sorta weird post...but to hell with it....

so boyz ..enjoy!!!

n girls...oops!!!

From Blogger Pictures

From Blogger Pictures

the disease

and they say do what u do best...do what u r natural at...but what am i natural at?..nothing...i am always conscious...and consequently always pretending....but this consciousness envelopes a mind too..and it kills it everyday

smoking

i like smoking in toilets

suppressed guilty human tendencies

emerge stealthily

almost carnal

medieval

worn out by the ammonia

as if Gollum whispering in my ears

and me denying him with austere

strands of burning nicotine.

i am

and let them take everything away
and let them do it again

i have fallen in love with the low life
fallen in love with being raped every time
i am a whore baby
your sadism gets me high

here we go again

anna begins by the counting crows

you know why people commit the same mistakes over and over again...because nothing else will do

sad and wanting attention......as i always have been

(and you are in my room.

its evening.....

turn off the lights and light an oil lamp

and hold it close to your face

you remind me of a place

where the children in white gowns

are setting sail on a river

full of oil lamps)

i am

people meet people

they enter their homes and close their doors

i stand between an array of infinite closed doors

and i think a better way to say this

is to announce "i belong to the roads"

and i wish i could stay there happy

proudly "this is me"

and if u got a smile on ur face

all the world is your friend

and you never feel lonely

wish it was as simple as that

do not indulge

and i thought i had enough of all these..enough of loneliness...enough of listening to more & more obscure songs......with my head being bragged closer to the laptop screen everyday...enough of alcohol....enough of cigarettes......ok.....listening to tangerine dream ....with the visualizer.....why doesn't it happen? psychedelic????...shit

crap...crap.....crap.....

when i break a glass...i would not let u hear a pin drop.....i shall clean the bits of glass......and i shall...be with that yawn......"booooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrring"...when u enter.......

everything shall be in their right place......

one more thing u posers..

.tragedy is harlot...she is a whore.........

she sings of the lost ten tribes...in a german hospital......

dont fall for her...dont

pS..MAN IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS HARD.!!!!!IT SHUD HAVE BEEN LIKE LITTLE FLUFFY CLOUDS...RED WINE AND SOCIAL NETWORKING...

ntpc exexcutive cluber bar ta Thursday bondho thake....ar thursday amar chuti .....tai duto junior ke dhore ....ekta taxi niye malda chole gelaam.....okhane sei chicken ong bong chong kheye ..ar tin char peg blenders pride choriye phirchi.....rat tokhon 11ta hoye jabe......kaliya chok pouchonor age ..taxi ta dar koriye..hishi korte namlam.....charidike aam bagan...chader aloy.eshe porche gacher tolay...mihi dhulote.....hawate....ekata pujo pujo..bhab...shorot asche abar.......

ar taxir bhetor theke kuch kuch hota hai..."tujhe dekha to ye jana sanam" ..beshe ashche.....pray ondhokar charidike...jeno chok bondho kore boli jodi "its 1998......."...keu proshno korbe na

ek sandipon cigarette dhoriye...taxi te ...boshe pore.......arek sondipon sekhane...gachtolay dariye roy......ar ek sondipon dujon kei dekhe......ayna gulote chitkar kore banor .......

ar koto din?

manifestations of superiority complex

everybody clicks
everybody writes
everybody reads
nobody rebels
everybody rebels
nobody rebels..
everybody rebels
and nobody feels

All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down, my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I am coming down.
The verve


Now the runner looks back
and time has suddenly stopped
a monotone calls back to some obscure past
A home? that we have long known to be lost
and the people walk in other road
that I dont know
This is peace maybe
This is peace maybe

Even to show that u are bored ...it requires a lot of effort...


what a pity!!!

We must fail cause time always wins.

when everything is lost
when everything is lost
its time to start once again

ah! ....memory
when will you leave me?

You can and you can't
you will and you won't
you will be damned if you do
you will be damned if you don't.....

for a long long time he felt he was talking with someone..
then out of some awkward consciousness he turned towards the darkness
and asked " are u there?"


to the disappointment of amused spectators
who dint know why they were amused at such a strange performance

happy new year..2 u all ..may it suck even more and cross the threshold...

kichui likhte parchi na..onek chesta korechi onek rate...kintu sei kichui ase na mone....ta chara ar bidruho korar ichche nei ekhane..tai bod hoy kichuta lukiye achi. .shudhu jeno chup chap achi tai besh....aodbhut lage tokhoni jokhon rattire phire ese nijeke kichutei pai na...char te kheye ghumonor chara ar kono kicchui korar nei....porte jodi khub tragic lage tobe bhul korcho...ekhane tragedy kichu nei ....mane kiccchui nei tai hochche bapar....

jodi amader sob sopno ...obhiman...ek sada deyaler modhye aka ek bishal chobi....ajkal sei chobite ar chok pore na...ami ajkal shudhu pechoner deyal dekhte pai....ontoheen sada deyal....ar kichui nei....

ekta kobita lekhar khub chesta korchi ...lekha holei post korbo