I am the third world...

I am I..
I am the 3rd world
They say I am poor..they say I am starved..

Yesterday I tried to build my castle..
n I sweated it out to make it a reality
They broke it n turned it into a heap of ruins…
I lost my dream..
N I am the 3rd world again..

Your paradise renders to heavenly abode…
my paradise speaks of death and sorrow..
I am the 3rd world..

Yesterday I was the messenger of peace..
Today I see scars all over my place…
And as I try to heal them ..
I am the 3rd world again..

Yesterday I offered shelter to you…
I protected you from death..
And all I got to see was lacerations on my left hand..
Today you stabbed me along with my astrayed sons..
As I try to heal my wounds ..
I am the 3rd world again..

You are the 1st world..
You are the nuclear power..
You have 10 zeros to take care of…
But still you sigh at my arm…
you want to take away my sun..
n all I can do is stay mum..
for I am the 3rd world ..
n u are the 1st..

yesterday you n I was I ..
U went away to make a U..
The father showered you with everything you desired for..
U wanted to scrap off my head..
The trackery you regularly indulged in..
Still I tried to move…strenuous it was
But I succeded…
Today you make me stagnant again…

They call me the 3rd world…
I still made my penny..
The only difference being..
You buy food,living,success n happiness..
N I buy arms, military n my security…
N I am the 3rd world again…

Childhood-revisited

The one thing that’s quite peculiar about my blogging is definitely the awful timings.. As I sit down to write this one..i was in the midst of a wwe fight with my room-mate. Readers here are requested not to frown coz its part of our regular schedule now… I have always stressed on the fact that being a single child carries loads of good fortunes n all…but one thing that I always missed was the sibling fights.. Though me n my cousins had ample childhood memories to cherish.. but we never indulged in nethng sort of physical fights.. we were always partners in crime..n always stood up for one another…being together from school to college ..we shared almost everything- our stories, joys, sorrows,gossips,achievements and failures to count the most…. So I missed on the fights…which my friends n all always boasted of …

So at this wee hour what made me write about this stuff…mind it ,its December and its delhi..n in this part of the world n time its quite unusual for someone to sweat …n m on the verge of switching on the fan too…all this is the effect of the fierce wwe fight me n my roomie(ok ll address her by name-jipi) indulged in just some moments back.. there was nothing actually that made us fight…its just that suddenly we were overjoyed that my b’day is round the corner n it made us glad… !!

Being the very me …it was unusual to share a room with somebody coz I never ever shared nethng before...but these 3 yrs has made me explore the other side of me-my childhood… from playing wwe..to play cricket matches in the room..with the tennis ball v brought from the ultra sweet shopkeeper down the road…. He never gave us single maggi..coz he knew soon one of us have to come down again to get the other pack..(reason the temptation resisting power between the two of us is almost negligible…and one enjoying the delicious maggi without the other is almost nearly impossible)…

Coming on to tennis balls…we once brought a big plastic ball from India gate..n how v cherished it for long…jipi would play almost everything wid it ---from cricket to volley ball to tennis( she spared table tennis though)..Until the ball sunked beyond recognition…

Counting of weird acts how could I forget the insane verbal fights—which soon boils down to physical assaults.. orkut inspired chicks v r….we have our own slapstar kinda game.. where we can slap each other countable no.of times n pretend to cry everytime one of us knw that we r going to lose the game…

How could I frget the last game that v played down for nearly 2 months until it came to a sad end wen Diana hayden went out off bigg boss2..yes u guessed it correct..it was indeed bigg boss2.. cooking was never so fun… ve made lists as if we were given weekly budget by bigg boss.. Diana hayden was our idol big time.. but with her ouster from the show we bid adieu to the game as well..

The wild shutterbugs v are… I beg pardon coz I have lost count on the innumerable movies v imitated n lived after watchng the 1st day 1st shows..the hangover in this case takes toll on jipi specially…the fashion hangover is still to fade away.. this definately excludes the frantic horror flicks we dared to watch... wot if we watched it in the afternoon ..n turned off the sounds..n fast forwarded the scenes to knw what actually happened n then rewinding n see it ...n wot if we began the movie with the last scene ... atleast we could flaunt it big time...seeing a horror flick n flaunting it among frnds is what mattered n not obviously the circumstances ..right!!

Coming on to games our favorite game always have to be the antakshri…its very special n peculiar at the same time coz evrytime v play it..v never allow the person to even complete the 1st line…n the other starts singing …this goes hardly for first 5 mins… n after that jipi comes over wid her own lyrics…our antakshri is the same since 3 yrs…coz wen its ‘..na’…we still sing na na karte pyar tumhise kar baethe… n wen its ‘ha’…its always s hum tum ek kamre main bandh ho… the only new addition to the list is ek hasina thi…which made a re-entry into our antaksrhi …after hee mesh bhai made us remind it…

But we do have our sensitive sides too… wen we r in mood to talk of our past muses( I have hated the word crush…coz it always ended in a crash…surely the phonations r similar too)…ve let open the doors n sit in the lustrous balcony n begin singing the song dhowe dhowe(by papon da) evry time…n evry time without exception we fumble on the lyrics or the tune...or for that matter who was out of tune…n its cut sort by arguments about who actually forgot the lyrics… jipi usually had her own lyrics which she can fit into every tune… her common being “dum dad a dum” which she soulfully incorporates into any song when she couldn’t recollect the lyrics(its generally every time)… howewr even if we remember the lyrics the urgent surge of who ever sings the nxt line before the other ,makes us surpass the other n soon we found ourself out of sync...

Getting back to another fantasy…painting..the urge for painting comes up everythime v have an exam… some time ago v brought water colours n white sheets to paint sceneries.. we two are not even nearer to be termed an average painter ..but still we had our chances with the brushes n colors…while jipi would draw her trademark miss India models… I always drew the only scenery I knew…but some how ,everytime we get back to our childhood again…

Our stories like our dreams never ceases to end… like the no of same typical trademark photographs we click …I think if we made them paper printed ..it would weigh in kilos.. n the very striking feature of our photography is that .. wen it comes to photographs we dnt carry any mercy for the other… so generally they have to be self clicked of self timed…

Never knew that friendship has this side as well…or never knew that I could find a sister in my friend.. life has been very generous to me till now ..the only void I had has been filled .. for me I have to thank God for letting me relive my childhood again!!

Politically Correct..

When u will ask me what my political view is.. I would rather prefer to say it depends..! before gtng directly into the topic….here I would like to thank a premier university for giving me a topic for my blog.. I was helping my room-mate in some topics in her course…when I came through a very interesting part… It read- only the communists in India have ideologies…rest parties are all swallow hypocrites..!!

Communists- and their ideologies… its been 21 long years of my existence n I still haven’t seen communists ruling the nation …not atleast during the interim period also… barring west Bengal which have been trying to set a record by electing the communists time n again…I seriously don’t think they have any choice in that regard also..mamta banerjee is one helluva women who would prefer to end her life in a pair sarees than to let go her egoist attitude…
The only communist I have some sincere regards is definitely mr.buddhadeb bhattacharya… but in a state like west Bengal…full of orthodox intellects he hardly can do anything…

A famous saying goes -'walk the talk'… how very true!!.. West Bengal boasts of the hard core orthodox communists.. who can have their say in almost every topic on this earth… but have they ever seen the pity of their own state…west Bengal is one of the poorest state of the nation.. the most populous… that what happens when orthodox tradition binds with stubbornness along with pseudo egoist attitude of some people overlooking the national interests…

Keeping on their ideologies intact…its interesting that all their manifestoes boasts of others failures…they still talk of Gujarat riots…but sir have you seen Gujarat now… 6 yrs bygone it is now one of the safest place to be in.. see the tourist influx… all big corporates hankering after Gujarat…for a state hit by riots,cyclones,earthquake…its really commendable… I have never seen a gujrati beggar for sure…apart from that Gujarat boasts of the premier institutions of the country… the only difference being they don’t find pleasure in others failure…

When I say my political view depends…I seriously mean that..i am not here to lash at the communists…but the way they try to infuse communist sentiments in every person possible is what I am against of… stop bickering…..
Once you were almost on the verge to get the govt. down on the nuke deal issue… why not you speak for the illegal immigrants issue…bring them down!!... as your ideologies go by national interests n not concerning foreign issues… it will highly be commendable on your part to raise the voice against illegal migrants issue in the same intensity as u did against the nuke deal…as its known to everyone that your own ruling state boasts of heavy chunk of illegal Bangladeshi labourers…let aside thinking of other states…

The communists have been trying to make a foray into national politics since ages… the coalition with UPA could not bear any fruits…the only reason for their union was for stopping the so called religious forces from coming into power…n not for anything else..they talk of the poor,the starved.. can ne starved ,poverty ridden family prosper by stopping a party in the name of religion… how ridiculous!..
The same goes with the communist student wings… I got hold of a pamphlet at the India gate some days ago… it was of some communist student party who was in power… n wot I found out in their manifesto was quite surprising… despite depicting what they have done for the university in their tenure…or laying their future agendas…it was all bashing up the other parties… how far is it acceptable when even being in power they are busy playing the blame-game…

Why do we elect you then…. We don’t want another west Bengal.. we want to live n not starve… we cant live on protests n andolans for the whole of our life…

I do carry rightist point of view…but even then also I would not like to mar the communist existence…the communist dominance has started fading away… n in a prosperous state there needs to be a moderation of everything… the peaceful co-existence of both capitalism n socialism… we can no longer depend entirely on our agriculture.. nor do we want the sensex points to rule our lives… so give us something so that we can look after u people…so that we can find the moderation…or else the term communism will soon fade away… and we will be left with the sensex arrows… either exponential highs or exponential lows…

let us take the decision.. don’t force us… let your deeds speak not your words!!

imported barrenness..

Its been quite a while since the last time I penned down something …not only on my blog but elsewhere also…It wasn’t so that I didn’t wanted to but the actual reason was nothing was coming out from my mind’s stable…

So desperately I wanted to get out of this phase…which my roommate very modestly termed as writer’s block phase... it gave me quite a flattering boost… but being very pragmatic myself (once again a term coined for me by someone anonymous) I realize that I am far from being coined as a writer…so the question of me going through that phase is insubstantial…

I could owe my temporary/permanent (I hope its temporary) barrenness up to quite an extent to my restlessness…being a typical small-town, mom’s girl, an ex-school topper (stress on the word ex) we were not allowed to do any sort of things except study during our exam days… all activities were barred one month before the exams…may be I am still not able to get out of this habit… I am still a mom fearing person (a god fearing one too)! When I say activity it surely does not include the sleeping hours or the kutting or booking hours…coz they are surely not activities..neither practically nor verbally .

I was in the midst of my afternoon nap (m not a regular,mind that)..i was thinking of our craze for anything that is imported…from imported guys to movies to anything that’s foreign…coz for god’s sake how can one go gaga over the Korean movie my sassy girl…there are 1001 hindi n regional love stories that are way superior than it… I am not saying it’s a bad movie…but how can it by any standards can it be termed the classiest…moving on to movies again I could not find the logic behind the bollywood producers to shot in exotic foreign locals…most of the time they prove disasters.. I can guarantee that there can never be a Kali mandir in Kenya !!(as boasted by hee-mesh bhai in …zzzzzzzzzzz)..these kinda unrealistic movie making though can create a sporadic high but it wont last ne longer..

talking of imported craze...it wld be incomplete without mentioning abut the prospective NRIgrooms… “He s an nri u see.. u know wot he does there?.... Nah…!!...but I knw he is an NRI!..” …God forbid all you elitists!..( hope he doesnt work for lehman brothers)..All you super intelligent IAS..all u IITians..n the CAT toppers… u still aren’t at par with the NRIs…the only reason for this is that they are imported..n u all need to keep on working on ur CV's...!

Hold on hold on…I am not a communist by any means(as my foreign description includes very much the communist nations too)…and neither I have any hatred towards the imported things… Coming on to imported goods for that matter…I still have the expired lipgloss that my cousin bought for me from the U.S…
…as being a part of the typical billions of dreamers. I too crave for u.. as if I cant clear my management entrances this year..I will surely vouch for the foreign universities anytime…for after that atleast I will be cherished forever!!!

is it the very end...

U say it d regionalism sentiments that r still endowed in me or mere frustration on all d happenings around ….that I decided to write on such a topic…even after swearing never ever to get d regionalistic sentiments to overpower me…

Then y m I writing it today…it was heartening both in positive n negative ways… positive in d sense that its for the 1st time I have seen the times of India dedicating a front page main article 4 Assam… negative in d sense that its coz of the communal turmoil Assam is experiencing in recent times.. I seriously don’t have any respect 4 d two puppets in power…one the very prime minister n second our very own chief minister…may be they won’t react even if their house is on fire… let it be… I don’t care…n don’t want to spend my time writing bout them…

With due respect to my religion…I m now hating d colour of saffron overpowering d very religion known for its patience n respect 4 all religions…with all the things happening in Orissa…the various atrocities on d poor n d weak Christian nuns n priests. ..I feel so ashamed of being a Hindu…y is this happening….y r they doing this. .hw can u justify a 28 yr old nun gang rapped n paraded naked. just because they r practicing Christianity… I cnt say nethng bout d other religions…coz once I say something I wont b termed secular nemore…its d irony of our state..being a hindu I cn bash up ne kind of ill hinduism practices but cnt utter a single word against the other religions…n vice-versa...

however d biggest irony of our society s alwys keeping leniency on ones own children while being the harshest critic of the neighbours kin..same goes wid d present state of affairs…I cry my heart out every time I see d saffron activists burning d innocent lifes…d jehadis killing d children,d pregnant women..n the bread earner of a family…I dnt knw wot they want…if v cnt live together …dn get separate lands 4 all…give them everything they want.. get a separate state 4 Hindus, Christians n Muslims… don’t let them live together… forget the very festivals v celebrated together……forget dat v prayed together during d kargil war… forget the celebration v had
when India won d t20world cup…
forget that v cheered together 4 aamir in lagaan,a shahrukh in chak-de…or cried wen akshay khanna died in border…forget all…. v dnt wanna remember nethng… never ever!!

pyaar ke side -effects...

Hope no one sues me for plagiarism..
There s a famous saying…love ,labour ,lost.. I dnt knw wot d hell it means…but wld surely wanna coin a new phrase …love,peace,lost… wid due regards to all who ll be frowning after reading d 1st two lines… please make a sigh of relief…its not against ne1 in love…its bout d beautiful feeling called love …wch metamorphises n takes several moults until it reaches d last instar(read the dead end called marriage)..i seriously dnt knw y m I hvng such nightmarish feelings 4m few days bout me gtng married....may be m hvng d rahul bose effect(me being a grl though)… I still cnt imagine myself serving tea n offering myself for scanning n throwng some illogical questionnaire round before d prospective groom n his family…whoops!!…dats y I prefer love marriage .. atleast u dnt hv to go through d scanning n questionnaire rounds.. barring some exceptions though!.. dats wen the 4th state of matter has to take its place…looveee..hw I hate pronouncing it!! ….its d 4th state coz its neither solid..nor liquid…nor gas..or may be an amalgamation of all three..

Love—the pre coutrtship period(read commitment status n nt engagement) s a heavenly feeling… u just wait 4 d courtship day(again read commitment n nt engagement)…

N the day arrives… u still unable to sink in… n dn d 1st symptom of d side effect …
>U see d exponential increase in ur phone bills…n u still cnt get away wid it..

>U r yet to find ways to pay d hefty sum … dn the 2nd side effect crops up… ur dad..y d hell ur cell always shows busy!… n all u cn do is smile back.. herein I just want to warn all u ppl in d pre courtship period…make a note book n state 101 reasons beforehand stating y ur cell shows busy every time ur dad calls… lets not bring mom inbtw coz she cls 10 times daily n a lie in d 9th one doesn’t make ne difference… u can call it murphy’s corollary law… I dnt think it exists or not but.. mark my words…d timing of ur boyfrnds call(even if he calls once in d entire day) s always d same wid ur dad…

>I would beg ur pardon on d 3rd effect….coz I ll keep a healthy distance 4m mentioning bout d side effects on ur studies…

>side effect no 4… u suddenly see all ur long lost frnds starts enquiring bout ur well being…oh after such a long tym.. ur r excited..but!!!… u cnt reciprocate….for d reason behind it refer to side effect 1..n suddenly out of d blue u r termed arrogant… god forbid! But whr d hell it came from…

>hw ever quite contary to the 4th one… those who r nearby u.. complain u of being transformed into a saint(I dnt remember d feminine of it)..theres a considerable decrease in the amount of slangs u use..n all of a sudden u seem to b disinterested in all non-materialistic beautiful things(read btw lines)…n u r no longer a part of their hap talks.. coz u r now on d non-greener side…n all d jokes now are made on u…

>the list s endless… but my blog has to b kept within limits…coz an average 2 n a half hr mvie s worth money than a gud 3 n a ½ hr one.. ( data based on box office reports)..n nw the 6th n d most important one.. d network(be it the cellular or the internet server)…it gets 4m bad to horrible… n wen d network s super fine..u hv all ur frnds surrounding u ..the pity doesn’t end here… therz more to come…watch out for this space..

p.s.. the research s based on some personal experiences (read friends) as well as on some word of mouth..[:)]

d bearings of a confused mind..

D story goes bck to 1986 A.D. freezing winter…a small cabin in GMC…whr a confused mind wid lil to do sees d light of d sun.. she smiles n then cries leaving every1 into fenzy.. oops the same story goes on till now…

Being a single child s a bliss…u can ask 4 nethng n everything…wid every stone ur dad lays…u r sure dat its gonna b urs.. huh dnt bother bout this hard work or his efforts…after all everythng he does s for u… ma n deta still celebrate my b’day wid so much enthusiasm… even I do…n y not I was born intelligent…destined to be famous… but u see d great minds r nt stable enough…remember Leonardo d vinci…he foraged into all sorts of thngs ..aristole-the father of every x,y,z kinda studies…

N me… I could b d next aristotle or da vinci…herez some insights-

i ll start 4m 10th standard 2002-2003.. coz before dat i dreamt so many dreams dat i hardly remember them..

Classx:loved physics…I wanted to b an astronaut…my mom was so proud of me… she dreamt of me becoming d nxt kalpana chawla…I was so fond of her..i hv joined a community in orkut too…thnks orkut n its communities.. it z now d inn status symbol of gen x..d more hap(shorter 4 happening) communities u join…the more hap u r..

Classxi:dreamt of studying literature.. I thought myself to b the nxt rushdie..u see tender mind tender thoughts… my dreamz shattered.. ur parents r docs n u gotta b a doc too!

Classxii: I wanna be an engineer..naa naa…its not NITs u see..m destined to be in iits.. hell got loose…soon mid terms followed..realized my potential in mathe-da-matics n determined myself…a docs daughter hs gotta b a doc only…never seen my parents smiling so happily wen I mentioned this to dm..

Past classxii..entrance tym: flunked badly in d entrances… hw d hell I cld nt clear it… I got letter marks in bio… wot if I was relishing my new found dream of studyng in delhi univ before my entrance..i was busy in my newly gifted computer d whole day.. wot if I spent day dreaming of becoming an ias one day.. (I even prepared d speech for my ias felicitatn ceremony)…I was destined to b a doc..let it b…I gve u a damn!

It was always delhi univ for me… from d day my cousin went to U.S …he was a DU pass out u see… n thr s a popular notion dat every x,y,z who cnt clear medical entrance..studies zoology…***k u man…its completely my choice… hw I cherish d zoology classes in sibsagar college… its my dream..i ll go 4 higher studies u see… abroad!! U ll see me smiling n sendng pics of beautiful sceneries 4m west…

D only dream of mine to b fulfilled…DU..D gr8 DRC…as if it mattersIT being a grls coll.. huh.. its 3yrs buddy n I ll b off to sme foreign land studyng biotech..(another dream)… shattered again…it proved to b as disastrous as my maths paper…3 yrs of zoology made me forget all..***k u all…dnt ever utter d word bio. before me…

2007… :u see MBA s r d in thng …go 4 CAT buddy…u see u r a gr8 manager…a born leader…HEY its not me who says so…every1 says it…. Yup m gng to drop a yr n prepare 4 it..i ll crack iims.. m so happy ..yes this s it… mom dad r u thr…. Y r u mum… dnt b... chillx ..its cool dude.. mba s r cool…dnt wry…u jst keep track of ur expences….

Present date: so here I m… its 5 am… just a month away 4D GR8 BATTLE OF CAT 08..n m still confused…..dreaming of becoming the gr8st blogger till date… mom dad u thr… my bday s on 5th dec…v ll hv a party ok!!

2.30 am

2.30 am… so m bck to my very dear time slot… its really special…I cn feel smethng at dis very hour… it was once …mean during my grad days.. a usual thng.. to wake up till the wee hours.. but being a drop –out now…a 'bekar' cat aspirant…n a part of lakhs of wannabes… it makes me feel awkward as well as happy too…. Coz its d gr8st satisfactn I find ….to b myself…to express myself in words…

my biggest regret will always be not havng enough of word stock...like the fellow bloggers do….i always run sort of words… the only thng m surving on is may be the emotional quotient…. Wot chetan bhagat specializes in… hey hold on …m nt by ne way comparing myself to him… whoff..!!

I ll always cherish this time…my very own 2.30 am…its d only tym of the entire day I feel to b completely occupied wid me…. Wid no 1 nearby….i enjoy this moment of solitude…thnks to Microsoft word too…

its all dark..a breeze of cool air blowing thru d right window…it’s a bliss!!

positivity sans negativity

“Words…n words I only have”…

Goes well with me...As n average Indian words n only words is wot I possess

Its Sunday…n m privileged to occupy my Sunday mornings with d weekly articles of shobha de, shashi tharoor,swaminathan iyer et al…courtesy the TOI..d Sunday TOI is in vast contrast to their gossip supplements..

..I hv to admit one thng 4 sure… I used to get carried away by the so cld thought provoking articles ( they r intended to be thought provoking or why else wld a person write) some years bck… but wid their increasng no. of articles m also maturing wid age I guess…(hopefully so!! )

For All of them, except shashi tharoor, I find d so cld positivity thng missing in their articles.. why does all of their articles is subjectd for bashing up each n every thng dats d the billions of this positiveness seeking middle class cherishes…

Let me begin with d case of our very own gold finder abhinav bindra.. wen all of us r still sinking in his glory.. d gr8 journos r up with arms.. frankly speaking wot is his fault.. -dat he is a billionaire n is foreign educated…n dat he is not underpriviledged n his family does not live below povetry line.. does that take away his credentials…

Y does ronaldo ,federer still sweat it out in d open wen they have earned so much dat their cming generations need nt hv to worry bout nethng…same goes wid bindra..cnt we respect him 4 wot he has done 4 d country…cnt we respect him 4 his dedication…n respect him 4 he is a fighter who has even defeated his career threatening injury..

I dnt knw whether he basks in individual glory or d country…nor does u… d only thing we knw s dat he has given this country something…whch u n me havent…ok its jst 1 gold..but haven’t u seen dat this 1 gold has atleast seen India’s name shining ahead rest of d countries..

I agree wid shobha dey once only wen she says wots d point of maharastra payng 10 lakhs to Bindra…same goes wid assam offering him d same sum… wots d point dear ministers.. he s already a billionaire… instead u cld hv done a lot for d actually underpriviledged ones.(.if I begin counting d avenues it wld make even kumbhkaran wake up…) Actually my point is dat if u so badly wanted to congratulate dis goldfinder…gve him d respect…gve him national honour..dats all he needs not ur money sir..!

ABOUT MITHYA,RAINCOAT et al

It is not that late, unusual for me to pen down my thoughts at this point of time.But as I am not well, it gives me a pleasant relief from d mind juggling paper readings.

It seriously has to be a boring new year, boring because I judge a year by the movies that releases. As till that time no good movies in the theaters. So this weekend I went for Mithya, honestly, going by the credentials of Mr.Rajat Kapoor I had quite some expectations..

Mithya was really good.It reminded me of Rituporno Ghosh genre of movies. What's the speciality of these kind of movies is yet to b discovered by m,but these movies imprint an ever-lasting impression on me. It is not wen I see d movie I feel d difference, but its the post movie effect,as i call it, which stays!

Mithya reminded me of Raincoat, not the best of Rituporno Ghosh but Raincoat was one of the "best amongst the under-rated Hindi movies" This is one movie that is still with me, I can still feel its moments-the rainy afternoon, the subdued conversations between the two protagonists, the love they bore for each other...It is like W.Wordsworth's poem "the solitary reaper"

...As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

How I love this poem.

It is sad to see the response for such movies, specially in Delhi, I mean the audience reception.

Now coming back to Mithya, acting,direction,story spot on. It is the last scene where Ranvir Shorey remembers Neha Dhupia’s name is one of d best climaxes I have seen in recent times. As I said, it will probably be engraved in my cinematic memory forever

It reminds me of some ones blog where it emphasised on Hindi movies' fascination for happy endings,though it makes us feel happy after the movie, but it still somewhere doesn't manage to create that ever-lasting impact. It somehow loses some shine of  it. Did someone say Schindler's list!

it all changed dat way

there wasnt any rain that day...but still the day was gloomy.... for the first time in my lyf i felt lyk smethng dat i never experienced before...i wasnt left out...i wasnt secondary for someone...

it changed me...myself,my outlook toward lyf,m no longer a coward now...it changed me for i was a dormant volcano waiting for years to burst out... to burst out for everything i wished i lost... for humiliation i was offered... for the pain i suffered..

for no one remember nething...it was me who lost everything...

no one stood by me ...it was me only...for i was nothing for them...nothing except a piece for humiliation...a commodity...


if it would hv nt rained that day...i would have been lost somewhere...lost forever!

meh

D morning tea-wid d daily dose of my news paper-my fav. Sports pages-college-lectures n exhausting practicals-some gossips-bck to my room-a long chat wid ma n deta over phone-d regular adda wid my roomie-d arguments(me overpowering her always)-assignments-music that soothens me out--sleep…??…naa---my lyf starts now!

Dats typical me …. stupid,foolish,sentimental---straight,blunt n outspoken---total homesick----a born rebel…thnk to be quite socially aware,so lend my voice on everything(d victim s definitely my roomie)---a total sucker 4 romantic n slow songs—d 1st day 1st show movies—love theatre—d “nataks” at natya mandir…d bihu, d pujas,d holis, d deewalis of sivasagar ..i miss them all—luv hanging out in cp, n our fav knags-d awesome chicken rolls n momos—a total nocturnal---nnnnnnnn wot...---a failure always striving only on hope---

luv maa n deta…my family…jiya-my sis…. Where ever I go, whatever I do, I carry a little part of you all with me right here in the center of my heart. U all keep me going!!

-the most imp. thing I learnt 4m lyf s dat ppl dnt get everything in lyf-so my frnds if u think to b superior,smart n winners..so hv a right to play wid sme1s feelings…think again…lyf s not over yet..thrs more to it!!!