New Year

Happy new year to all. 

If morning shows the day, 2013 doesn't feel so promising for me. For start, I am not able to quit on my habit of smoking, still single and the salary feels like a peanut. 

Time for some resolution stuff. 

a. Do not quite smoking.

I have fallen for this trap of quitting smoke before. Trust me, it doesn't work that way! ITC is not run by bunch of monkeys and why would they? I blame the government. Prime time Metro must quit!

b. Stay single and don't mingle

I have fallen for this one too (wide mouthed smiley, wink!wink!). It is still as slippery as it can get. No matter how young, old or juvenile you are, be careful my friend! Also, visit the friendly neighborhood medical store, they have a business to run too.

c. Fdbk salary

Stop worrying about it. No one likes peanut. I for that matter prefer hazel-nut with cream on top. If only wishes were horses and managers were Raam.

d. Misc

Blog more frequently, take Ele out for a long drive and last but not the least, take the damn sweater off the camera. It has hibernated enough!

Well, we all know, if push comes to shove, promises and resolutions are as strong as a glass. You never know, you may never know!

So, everyone, don't feel gloomy. Have a rocking year ahead and I love you all. If I sound a bit cynical, blame my old age and untimely wisdom, you get dime a dozen and comes with a hash tag. :)

Gender Bias

It is about time the intellectuals of our country takes a reality check and give a thought or two on gender equality/inequality! Their absence of comment on this glaringly visible disparity is quite conspicuous.

It is also the responsibility of media to highlight this thought and build a national consensus through the most viable mediums present. Well, I am not asking media to take all the trouble but at least for once they can shoulder the burden, which they so profusely take proud of.

A few journo have indeed set the ball rolling but would be nice, if for a change it doesn't gather moss, thanks to our goldfish memory syndrome.

It is thus the collective onus of sustaining the welcome change with an adept politician at the helm of affair, for our own good!

This country should not be considered as a fiefdom of heterosexual men avenging their lust while women and homo/trans-sexual weep in the corner.

I live in a fairy wonderland, I am happy and satisfied!

(Photo courtesy : bharat-rakshak forum)

Wish

send me some hug, 
a bit of kiss
and a thousand roses!!

i will adore them,
the glory days
and the memories alike!!

a lot like love,
much to desire
but, i don't want to cry!!

She

a girl, beautiful to say the least.
attracting thousand flies!

the girl, relying on her beauty alone,
embraces a journey of search.

she asks for care, she asks for love,
sharing nothing but a bunch of mirage.

many fall prey, some pretty deep.
they all make up, the herd of sheep.

which, in her darkest desire,
she so covet and feels the need.

she doesn't care for love anymore,
succumbing to the lure,
of mortal offerings by the herd.

she doesn't realize lust for sure,
while relishing the lackluster life.

yet, in her profound wisdom.
concludes to a halt!
benign eyes, trying to find reasons and logic!

trapped in her own fate, 
of jealously guarded secrets and rivalry,
sinking courage on to the face,
of sheepish adversary!

she has been a temptress, for too long.
it's her fiefdom, nurtured to the core.

the bricks are loose, 
still held quite strong.
a brief wait till denouement,
the curtains must fall! 

kohl smeared, drooping eyelids.
the cry for more and 
a sweaty palm for company.

the truth hides behind the shadows,
embracing the dire needs and illicit freedom.

Diwali Saga 2

The devil's back in business!
sniffing around, holding hostage.

Innocence lost, yet again!
is it the fragile dignity or mindless shame?

know not, yet carefree soul!
failed again, in terms with the name.

Trust breached, 
Promises broken,
Shameless laugh.
Oh no! not again!

there may be thousand next or a million more.
no prize for joining the lonely brigade of 
jilted lovers and alienated ghosts.

the careless whisper of bridges burned,
silent shores, muffled voice.
screaming inside the head,
no respite, till the smoke take it's own effect.

the crackers bellowing joy,
neon screaming happiness.
diyas' spreading light to darkness!

yet, thoughts clouded, 
eyes, dark and misty!
contemplating the day passed by,
ruminating the joy once shared.

spare me the rod, your highness.
suits the worst of us!

Diwali Saga

Woke up in the afternoon, spilled a mug of coffee on to the car-seat, had a big fight with mom regarding my life, filled up cooking gas to the stove, got myself the long overdue month's grocery from D-Mart, smoked MJ with juniors, cleaned the house, kitchen, made tea with milk, wished some fifty odd people over text and finally cooked mushroom with rice.

Diwali over!

Waiting for the next year.

Oh, by the way, wish you all a very happy and prosperous Diwali, thank you!

Janina

Chenashona badhon chariye jai, 

                          bot, jhuri namai matir govire!

akre dhorar probol iche, 

                          sange pak-pakalir tan!

achre pori akre dhore, 

                          lagle laguk kada!

bhijle bhijuk dalpala sob, 
                          oder aj snan korar bela!


notun alote gaye laguk, 
                                notun hawa
khusir domok,
                    achre poruk buke
kanna katir bela sesh, 
                             ai nobin-boron kori,
dhuye muche saf hok,
                             ja kichu anaboshyok

Devii Durga Stuti

Durga Stuti

"Yaa Devii Sarva Bhuuteshhu
Shakti Rupena Sansthita
Namas Tasyai Namas Tasyai
Namas Tasyai Namo Namah"

"O Mother!
Thee, who is present everywhere,
thee who is the embodiment of power and Energy!
I Bow to Thee! I Bow to Thee! I Bow to Thee!" -- http://www.dollsofindia.com/library/durga/