LOVE @ that site

Those silky hair floating as though was in a gravitation free environment, those little fingers passing in between, seems like sailing of a boat in the endless calm sea, that plucking a bunch behind the ears. The hairs curly at places to make face more visible, seemed like some black devil protecting a white goddess. Eyes slightly tilted upwards towards the end, giving a perfect example of tirchi nazar, having a hint of kaajal. The view you get when both the eye balls reaches the side end, that cute little smile, priceless, the lips crying to get off the pressure of teeth. Hands always busy, either folded or handling the camera. One hand left free, other one holding the sari as if pinching it, seemed a perfect pose to a matrimonial snap.

The cream colored sari on that skinny body, those thin hands crying for more flesh, begging the blouse to be more close. That necklace tied hard as if going for a suicide. Hand full of bangles in one, just one in other. Those earrings weeping to be more visible, lying unemployed beneath the hairs. Cream from top to bottom, cream sari, cream blouse, cream necklace, cream bangles, could not see the sandals, must be in cream. That size zero body,even kareena would be jealous, crossing the mark to the left out of tension. But still there is nothing better than a melancholic beautiful face. Even photoshop would be envied seeing that.

You make me laugh, with your jokes
and make me cry when absence pokes
don`t know what was the underlying motive
all that I can say, I have grown creative.

an open mystery

Sometimes she is a child
when cries for small small things
Sometimes a grown woman
when it comes to feelings.

Chatting on the gtalk is her favourite time paas
and she always prefers to sleep in class

Treasured Memories

It was my first day in BIT. Came to hostel at 08:00 to find my room locked. So had to go straight to the clg. Din know the formal dress code rule at that time. Every one tried to frightened me in class, "are jeans pahan ke kyun aa gaya"? On my way back to hostel Sanjeev gave a mast salaah, "bol dena MBA 1st yr ke hain". I used the trick and many 2nd yr seniors apologized too, "sorry bhaiya i din know that". One senior entered into conversation, "kis stream me hain bhaiya? kitna fees lagta hai?? etc etc". Managed to answer his queries somehow. Had a gr8 feeling the first day. It was then my first visit to mess. Hadnt seen so many ppl dining together at once. For a few days it felt very odd. I used to think, "itne logon k beech me kaise khayenge"? But was accustomed gradually.

Besides the known ones frm shyamali it was Rishi whom I befriended the first. That very evening we both were roaming on the roof top where we saw Ummu for the first time. Some matter of mobiles were our topic of gossip. And as you can guess Ummu started to show his knowledge of phones (no offences ummu). I just thought how a person can know so much in details. It is from that first day that I admire Ummu. Though I never admitted that before. One day we were on way back to Ranchi which was my second encounter with Ummu. I can still remember I and Rishi were sitting on double sitter and Ummu was behind us. He saw a poster of some advertisement and cracked a joke. Mind you it was the first joke that I heard in BIT and that too from none other than Ummu.

I and Rishi left no stone unturned to share a room together. Even got into an argument with then supri Vinay Sharma -courtesy Rishi. But finally failed. Spend my whole day in his room and night in Ummu's room. Mind you ACT was his roomy and he din stay at night in the hostel for the whole 1st year. So literally his room was mine. Though it was a double decker bed but I never slept on top. I am still afraid of getting my throat cut by fan on top. Donno how Ummu slept. Days were passing peacefully. Most interesting class was that of the workshop. We managed to steal 'job' from godrej and went off to Jumaar nadi every week. Used to return at 11:00, submitted the stolen job and returned happily.

My whole friend group had only one kaam in BIT those days- making fool of others. How can I forget the E-Mech examination. Spent the whole night laughing on PK and din study a bit. As a punishment by God, had to spend whole holidays in a fear to get D. Thank God managed a C somehow. First and hopefully last C in a theory paper. This post would not be complete if I dont mention the very legendary name POG (professor of Garhwa) and his true love story. Please forgive me POG if you are reading this. Nothing personal. Those endless love tips and incidents that can certainly become a best seller if documented. How we made him propose thrice in a single day though being rejected every time. Then came the world of internet and lan and these things took a back seat.

How foolish I was to keep CPU on the bus floor and entered the hostel with lost 60 GB HDD. Though 60 GB seems too less these days but at that time it mattered a lot. Had to spend my life with 40 GB then.

We managed to visit Jumaar nearly daily and took each other`s photo with that Rishi`s vga cam mobile. Donno where all those lovely pics misplaced. If any1 has any copies left please forward.

So much going through mind to write but can`t afford to increase the length too much that no one cares to read. So ending with some one liners about all my friends.


Saket-
One of the most easily convincible guy I have ever seen. Very helpful in nature, a real good cook. Will miss our little little fights so much. That pulling the legs of each other, my carelessness thinking Saket hai na, that never questioned "kahan" on being asked "Saket, chalo". I will always admire his efforts to get acquainted in C (from a noob to a pro).

Umesh-
A real gem who doesnt belong here, his love for CSE till almost 5 sems (after which he realized IT is good too). His instantaneous abilities, his high confidence, his most loved gadget- mobile which never did justice to him. His knowledge about foreign countries, his multidimensional abilities to handle more than one thing at a time, his always locking the door from inside, his management abilities of two families(IT and Ummu family) at the same time, his opening of cold drink bottles and taking first sip by him only, going to miss a lot you guys.

Rajnish-
Ignorant of his abilities, always happy and smiling no matter what the situation, laughing with same intensity every time hearing the same joke, his love with Prabhat, keeping friends above all, real helpful, his careless nature, never showing his inside pain, his love for java, cricket, chicken, his extravagant nature but mind you never on show offs. Some times I think he din get the group he deserved. Surely to achieve some greatness in the future.

Rishi-
A born gamer (but only single player games), love for graphics card, DC main chat, love for beer, never hesitating in asking money from his brother, his shyness from parents, his minimum input maximum output abilities in exams, always finishing his work ahead of time, his a bit different liking in terms of movies, his hatred for bollywood, his guavas from home, least went home guy who belong to ranchi. I have spend more than half of my online life chatting with him, my first friend in BIT.

Tension-
My best buddy here, the only one to crack an IIM, real creative, his intelligence in his foolishness, never opposing people teasing and making fool of him. Gives a real healthy environment if he is around, his fundas, his seeking of khusamad, his love for animals (has kept Dog, Cat, Parrot, Deer, Rabbit, Peacock), his relationship with BIT`s bus, his transformation from sumit(tension) to never taking tension(non- tension), his jaasoosi abilities, his technical ignorance (though he never admits it), his messed-up room, no need to have some1 else if he is around, his rising from killing of boars to GUNDARAAZ, his throwing away of party of 2000 after earning 1700, his addiction for newspaper, can`t even imagine to have a world without him.

Prabhakar-
His tragic entry to EEE due to sanjeev sinha, a quizzer, a real knowledgeable person, can talk on any topic with you, very helpful, his responsibility taking abilities, an answer machine to any query, his kajju ka barfy, his never accepting whenever asked, "so raha hai pk"? his shaking of head whenever teased and just saying han han, his shyness, his love for music, our so similar likes. A best roomy to have, though never got a chance, will never forget you pk.


There is so much to write but believe me will breakdown if I don`t stop here. Please be in touch you guys, forever. Not good at expressing but believe me never got this feeling before.

P.S. No personal feelings. I am so sorry if any one harmed .

My First Meeting

I can still remember my first meeting with it. All the memories are afresh. I was out to ranchi for spending my 8th standard summer vacations. It was time before we had to get back. One day bhai called in to tell, babu we bought a computer. It was like a sweet surprise. Though the talk was going on for last few months but had never expected it to happen so early. I could not wait to get back to my home. So after some convincing we returned to our home some days prior to what was scheduled. Though we had computer in our curriculum since 3rd standard but still my school lacked a mouse and a colored monitor. I would be lying if I say that I had touched a mouse earlier. It was a three button mouse with a ball inside meant for rotating mouse. Does any one remember that jungle theme of windows millennium? A drum sound on one click and a caw sound on another. Was very confused when to click left button and when right. Took some time to figure it out. I had strict instructions not to open every icon on desktop. Those who concerned me was dragged to right side of the screen. Clicking any other icon was like 2 years of imprisonment. Opening control panel was like getting death sentence. I remember one incident that would like to share. One of my friends too bought a computer after some days. We had to exchange games. As expected CDs were not so popular those days so we had to use floppy. Now you know the size limits of it. So I transferred only .exe icons. When it didnt work on other computer we had to apply all our brain to figure it out. We never knew the importance of other files. Thought one game is made up of only one exe file. Nevertheless I asked bhai to clear my misconceptions. Nevertheless I got acquainted slowly and slowly and began to develop interest in computers. Thanks to those days due to which I am here today. And at last most importantly thanks to you bhai.

Let the tears fall

Let the tears fall, let the tears fall
Sun will be more brighter stars will twinkle more
You will be more elated, heart will pump like a ball
Let the tears fall, let the tears fall

Why are you suffering, you hvnt done anything wrong
Its just a desolation of God`s present
In his hands you are just a doll
Let the tears fall, let the tears fall

Why did thy fall in erotas

She wont entertain tears no matter how beautiful is your vives
But atleast tears will clean up your eyes
No matter how much you stretch you wont become tall
Let the tears fall, let the tears fall.

दो नैनों की कहानी

दो नैनों की है ये कहानी
एक में था काजल एक में पानी
पानी देख उन्हें लगा आ गया सावन
कोई कैसे बताये ये था प्रेम पावन

नयन हमेशा उन्हें ही बुलाये
सामने आते ही फिर क्यूँ नजर चुराए
आँखों से ढेरो नीर बहे
औरों को फिर भी एक बूँद ना दिखे

कुदरत ने ऐसा मंत्र फूँका
एक तरफ था बाढ़ एक तरफ सूखा
नैनों ने पानी में डूबकी लगाई
पर मिली उसे गहरी खाई

दिल में आया कई बार ये ख्याल
नैनों को मारो गोली और भी हैं माल
फिर भी घूम-फिर के वहीँ अटकी जवानी
क्यूंकि ये थी ' उन ' दो नैनों की कहानी।

Unsolved Mystery

Huh.. After a senti blog I am back with my favourite topic. It was usual after dinner gossips going on. Donno how and why but the topic of ghosts arrived in our discussion. Everyone was sharing his experience. Out of many I will tell you two of them. First- an old lady was very popular those days. She used to knock the window of house and ask for roti and pyaaz. Now that was a situation of 'aage kuwan peeche khai'. If you dont offer her roti and pyaaz she will pull you out of the window and bite on your neck with her long pointed teeth. But if you give her what she wants she will come daily till you refuse to give (and that would be your last day on this planet). Second- a bhaiya of my muhalla was going to railway station late night. There was a shortcut to their but a graveyard was on the way to that. He decided to take shortcut. While he was in middle of the graveyard, someone held his neck from back that too so tightly that he almost died. He was not able to cry for help even. But luckily no one knows what happened that his neck was left free. He rushed to his home as fast as he could. I havent seen but heard that a dark black mark remains on his neck till now. No doctor, no cream was able to remove that mark.

Back to live. It was too late then. And we were still young not to be afraid after listening so many stories. We had three rooms in our house with two of them having windows which opened on road. We all were in the third one. Now all of us were so afraid that none had courage to sleep in those two rooms. All were not able to decide what to do that some incidents took place that added fuel to the fire. There was a knock on one of the windows( remember the first story). As expected no one had the courage to go and see. But thank god, it was just one time knock. We began to consolidate each other that it was our delusion out of fear. It was becoming fine that some sound came of other room. We all went together to find that the book and the table clock (which was lying on table) was lying on the ground. The fans were off and the windows closed. Could not figure how both items fallen. This increased our fear to, I dont know, how many times. Soon we were back to our third room. Now I will tell you that half minute incident that created fear which I wont forget my whole life. Aaj tak life me utna nahi dara jitna us samay darr gaya tha. Some one grabbed the keyring that made a sound of a paayal. I can still remember that dhak sound of my heart. I felt, ab to bhooth yahan bhi aa gayi, ab koi nahi bachega. But soon realised it was the sound of the keyring. Huh. relieved.

Donno how eight of us managed to sleep on a double bed. Dont remember when we slept. But was awake only in the morning. We told the incident to our land lady. She did a puja with incense stick all over. Calendar having photos of god was put. Hope no one goes through such a horrible night (though I laugh whenever memories of that night, rather nightmare, comes to my mind). Ending with the beginning of age old argument, 'do ghosts exist or not'.

I know that my writing sucks. I am just a beginner in this field. So I request all of my lovely readers not to ask for fine after reading this (as many of my friends do). I am working on to make my writing more efficient. Thank you all.

Love is Blind

I was on the way to howrah station, totally baffled by climatic conditions of kolkata. That too accompanied with traffic jams and all. So you can guess I was about to reach late. The train was on 13:25 and I reached their on 13:45. Whole way I was praying to god, "hey bhagwaan train late ho jaye, train late ho jaye, is garmi mein main phir se wapas nahi jana chahta". Though the chances were negligible as train started from their only but still god heard and that too, generously. Came to know it was late by 4.5 hrs. I didnt knew whether to be happy or sad, but still, thats life. Now I will tell you something about the station. No place to sit, no restaurant to go, boiled water under label, "cold, purified water", only people all around. Finally managed to get 1 seat, placed my mom their and I went howrah bridge to get some fresh air. A lot of restrictions there too, pedestrians cant go on road, they will think you a terrorist if you take snap of any place around(though I managed to get some). Finally train started at 18:00.

Now I will move to a tragic love triangle. An unmarried couple was there in our couch. A third person (of her college) was to next to us. I could clearly see the unsuccessful love in his eyes. Anyways, he came and sat behind us to brush up some old memories I think. Initially all three talked for about half an hour but then they began to neglect him. But his love kept his a*s there only. Finally he tried to seek their attention (or it was real, I dont know). He complained of vomiting, even then they didnt put any care, he stood up to get going keeping his hand on mouth. Here the two darlings didnt even bothered to inquire . He came again after some times, longed for response and finally went off keeping his cell on the ears.

Suddenly I woke up around 01:00 and found her shivering in cold as she had nothing to put up except her dupatta. I saw his bf sleeping relaxed with no tension. I was in between my thoughts of whether to offer her a blanket that suddenly his failed lover came with a blanket. He told, "mera soya hua ho gaya, ab hum nahi soyenge, so take this (though major part of night of left)". Finally the girl could sleep in comfort.

The moral of the story is, do the lack of expression means the lack of love? Why do girls dont go for those who love them? They always prefer to go with whom they love. No matter if he is good or bad. Seriously, the love is blind.

samay kaatne ke 20 tarike (20 ways to paas time)

1. Sleeping

2. Going classes (really, going class is more fun now a days instead of a holiday)

3. Clicking refresh scorecard link every ball (if matches are going on)

4. Spending the time outside the room

5. Looking towards PMC in search of some ....

6. Visiting MECH hostel

7. Indulging in arguments rather than discussion

8. Increasing the comment list of any post endlessly

9. Swapping between gtalk, facebook and DC++

10. Gazing desktop wallpaper

11. Playing AOE

12. Scrolling gtalk friend`s list to see if .... is online

13. Reading newspaper

14. Seeing daydreams

15. Main chat

16. Playing patti

17. Watching every bollywood series which is on air

18. Killing of mosquitoes (seriously I do it sometimes)

19. Writing such a horrible blog

20. Thinking of 21st way to paas time

Lost and Found

Something that happened about 16/17 years back suddenly flashed today. So I thought to pen it down. I had a small fight with my brother. So I went to my mother for complaining. But instead of consoling me she scolded me and told, "papa aayenge to unse bolna, hum nahi jante tumlog ka ladai". I too annoyed went to my father(he was not at home). On my way I had to take a right turn. But 5 year old child brain could not remember the right way and instead turned left. Consequently I ended up reaching kutchery with no where to head. So I began to cry endlessly on road itself. It was that kind advocate who spotted me and asked me why I was crying. I just answered, "humko papa ke paas jana hai, humko papa ke paas jana hai". That childish brain didnt know even his father`s name or home address. So he took me to Raj Sounds. It was a shop that gave sound systems in marriage ceremony and all. They gave us lot of things to eat as a bribe to stop crying. But even after accepting all bribes I continued The owner took the responsibility and made announcements over the mic all over the town. Meanwhile It was discovered in home that I was missing. So search movement began. While looking for me on rickshaw my mother started crying. The rickshaw puller asked why she was crying. She narrated the whole situation. Then he informed that he had heard the announcement of a boy missing. He took me to Raj Sound and as a result now I am among you all. Had I been fallen in wrong hands ...... Its not worth describing.