It's not the same without you!

(the followings are the listings of real life events)

1. the corner most table-for-two below the staircase at Park Street CCD (Kolkata).
2. standing on the coach-connector in the metro ride (Kolkata).
3. the mad CCD-outs (Kolkata).
4. the crazy early morning rush for the morning show at INOX, CC (Kolkata).
5. the long walk in the winter dark from Phoolbagan via Karunamoyee to Hostel (Kolkata).
6. the sutta sneaks and the booze indulgence (Kolkata).
7. The all time stupid gossips over food and coffee and nothingness (Mumbai).
8. the random Beer(s) and the Club (Mumbai).
9. the everyday train rides worth "millions" (Mumbai).
10. Hookahs+omlettes+expresso (Mumbai).
11. Watching Social Network in the Red Lounge, Cinemax, Andheri (Mumbai).
12. the makeshift table with two chairs and a parapet at Mocha's, Juhu (Mumbai).
13. dinner at Masala Craft, Bandra Reclamation (Mumbai).
14. walking a full circle of Connaught Place (Delhi).
15. the round table for two, in the smoking zone of Barista (Ahmedabad).
16. the long dark isolated streets of Gandhinagar (Gandhinagar).
17. the late sneaks in my Hotel room (Mumbai).
18. the real living of Vodafone ads (Kolkata).
19. zooming on the Bandra-Worli Sea Link in the hot afternoon sun of May (Mumbai).
20. the charm of the Tapris (Ahmedabad).
21. the mad ride atop the Black Beauty at 118kmph on the highway (Ahmedabad).
22. the four times to-and-fro in the hot scorching summer sun in 48 degree Celsius (Ahmedabad-Gandhinagar).
23. sitting in Bandstand admiring the late afternoon gleaming sun at 4pm (Mumbai).

till this moment that im putting this down, all the above described incidents are possibly the most cherished ones..nothing exquisite in them except for, probably, 'the company'.. and that has precisely what made them PRICELESS.

yes. its never the same without you.

xoxo.

yes, it IS shweeet, P.A!!!!!!

it's the shweetesht of the lot.. cutest of 'em all.. Beige colour.. Furry.. Big brown round eyes.. and a large brown chequered bow..

and to such an adorable cutie-pie, my most evil p.a. had to be at his evilest best (or, worse, probably).. 

"you know who likes pets and teddies? lonely people like them.. these kind of people have tendency to go into depression ya rage bahar nikle toh tendency to murder.. aag laga de teddy ko.. phek de use :-P"

aaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhh!!!!!! i so very H.A.T.E. you p.a. now just you wait..

this started when she was in her second decade.. 'coz it was since that time long, when she had been always of someone's.. and to prove that to herself, she had the glittering and gleaming sheen atop..
and it makes it four years since then when it all started.. four years a pretty long time.. and finally, time when she's given up on being 'of someone's'.. and so she stands sans the glittering gleam of the sheen..
yes, someone put it in real apt terms.. she (indeed) was just a 'reflection' of what people wanted to see in her..
and so, its now time to turn opaque.. lean over for a peak, and all they'll see is BLACK..

'coz for now she is loving being no-one's.

charismatically clumsy, hopelessly enigmatic, exhuberantly nonchalant, cheerfully chivalrous, inexplicably desirable..

that's not any outlaw that i describe.. It's how I'd like my dear ol' boyfriend to be.

sabbatical

dressed in a pair of blue Levi's and a black V-neck tee, with a thin tan belt in place and my Ray-Ban perched high..with my all white EasyTones and my hair let loose.. a hint of tint and kohl smeared eyes..

with just the arms covered in alternating reds and whites,  reaching up to the elbows..and yes, that's what seals it all..stamped..yours truly.

loony tunes

never wanted to fall in love
always resented the idea downright
thought i can be that strong
to avoid falling in that one  trough..
but something somewhere had different plans
or maybe, blame it on the slippery planks?
but whatever it may have been
the fact remains, i failed miserably..
and it was all i thought how it would be
with light and darkness in all their equality
add to it some dash of red
and yes, you will find all the gashes of hatred..
a swamp could have well been a better place
it makes me think
'coz at least, it would have been devoid of all the reds in it
i think i could have dealt with all the browns
than to have to cope with the innumerable frowns..
not that i'm scared of the crows feet
that the frowns may bring with it
but what scares me the most
is the plain thought of scraping my knee..
and pray, you may ask
what's knee got to do with it?
maybe nothing, but it definitely helps to paint a pic..
always the one to love to walk
to run, to fly, to sit, and to talk
without any limits and constraints
and any lines to define boundaries..
they say, flamboyancy is an evil deed
'coz it doesn't specify the path of need
but that's what drew me to it
'coz i knew, that was never something which i could ever need..
so where does it all leave me
in this conquest that involves the "love" in being?
i guess, it still leaves me in that trough
failing miserably in something
i never thought i will ever take to it..
as i stay fallen, battered and bruised
amidst the darks, the reds and the browns of it
all i wish is for that flight
to pull me up and set me alright
and again i make a vow not to slip
knowing secretly, the hopeless that i am
it wont be long, before i make it flip.

i should also have another label---"sad posts". but then on second thoughts, "what the heck?!" why bother existing "readers" with any additional grief?

girl talk

a'righty.. so lets just see what else do i need.. a wee bit of rummaging is mandatory in every gurl's life and cupboard.. and i wanna be sure that this discussion is only about the 'cupboards'..as in "cupboards" per se..period.

so, getting back to the cupboards.
on this day (date), i do finally have managed to own a few pieces of clothes which "officially" classify as "dressy, sexy, stylish", etcetra etcetra.. and all these in the perfect synonyms state of the words featuring exclusively in a girlie dictionary..and as a matter of fact, my (erstwhile Girl)friend would have been real proud today if she would have seen me.. her (then) continuous nagging bantering of fashion jargons finally bearing some fruit on me..and im serious over here.. well, to be honest, i still suck (pathetically) on the footwear part, and not to mention the "bags" (including their various and numerous other infinite versions and varieties)..and the list goes on in an infinitely long(ish) manner when it comes to accessories, hairstyles (and cuts included) and so on and so forth.. but inspite of everything, i will like to be of the opinion that today, i did manage to pull off 'myself' in a pretty satisfactory manner..yes..

so, one small baby step towards "girldom".. im guessing, thats what my (erstwhile Girl)friend would have said..


p.s. withdrawal symptoms run real strong on me.. already in my comfiest pairs of shorts and extra large baggy tee, as i post this.. way to go (*and a congratulatory Pat on my back!*)

random shit of two years

two years makes it a long time..a long time too hard to ignore.. to ignore and let it go, is something which can not be done.
two years were not chalked out, neither thought nor planned of..the two years passed, as each passing day of the year.
calenders were never attractive..but something made the 'ticks' fun..and so it went 'ticking', for all of the days to come.
and so it went on, caught unawares of the two years..

glitter n smokes

yea, i still wanna be that girl,
riding the black ride in that jimmy choo pumps,
the doors held on by the tall dark man,
and in i walk, with long sexy strides.
smokin' hot rings, n blowin' hot smokes,
yea, i sit down, waitin' for the mo',
he flips open the case, and in it shines,
can't take my eyes off, and i know it's mine.
glitter on my fingers and jimmy choo pumps,
i glide out with a wry red arch..

yea, i wanna be that girl,
can you make me that?

"dhaaang-dhaa-dhaaang-dhaaaaaang"

dhaak'er aawaj.. there's something in that which draws me to it.. not the oft mistaken punjabi dhol-nagaada for that humble paati dhaak, but just that austere dhaak.. jetake, i often thought when i was a kid, and i guess i still continue thinking, jhaadu'r kaathi die bajaye.. yes, that is the dhaak im talking about.. know it? you wont, if you dun know what dhaak is, in the first place..
the charm of the make-shift accompanying "dhaaang-dhaa-dhaaaang" of the dhaak, with the steel'er kaandh uchu thala and chamuch.. and the sheer joy of playing on to that.. infectious.. and yes.. you wont know it, if you dun know what dhaak is, in the first place..
the stinging of excitement into the air, when there is pujo barite.. the hochpoch, chachamichi, kannakati, khunti naarano, aalta lagano, et al..
and if you ask me why im writing this? no clue at all.. its just that dhaak'er aawaj that set me off..:) yes, its the awesome pair of the dhaak and the dhunuchi naach :)
you know it? i guess, you wont ever.. if you dun know what dhaak is, in the first place..

i remembered 14th and he remembered 23rd.. a beginning and an end of each on either ends..