The Last Page in My Notebook

"I miss U " ..... 
                    Do I ? Do  I really? I hardly call u . I sometimes text u . Sometimes we chat.In case we meet up in college I say u "hi/hello and hey how r u ? " kind of stuffs . In all the times of my life u r just a part of my "sometime" . So why do i miss u ?


The steps that we climbed together...pranks that we played on each other and mostly the exams that we cheated together...u remember them all ..Don't u ?? Same here buddy... U also know the girl in whose presence i felt so out of place..bewildered and totally a pappu types...but you know what miss out of all this? Not the girl ..not the semester exams [ p.s: i m glad its finally over..in case there's a 9th semester i would be screwed totally]   but its my part in those memories ...i will miss the most. I will definitely not miss the girl who found me so dumb all the time but i will miss my dumbness which is bound to occur before that girl every time. In  short....how intelligent i am or stupid, witty in presence of u...precisely what i  reflect on your eyes...i will miss that most.


U know..when i was a small kid..what i hated most...that is when my notebook ends....when i have filled up the last page of my notebook with my dicey twirling..twisting..dancing handwriting...I knew that i can again read it back...i can keep it to myself as long as i can...but u know...... i can't write it once again...Its over. So if you ask me now if i remember every pages of my notebook or if u say do u miss every pages of notebook i can't say yes. Because i can't remember them all. All that I remember .....yes I had a notebook...i had colors and inks to fill with it...and it's just over now. I miss it because i can't write it once again.


Did i miss out in saying something...............


                                          P.S: I Love My Notebook ..........

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THE RED FACED GUY

 

I feel irritated. Someone's following me everywhere I go. Yes I am sure of that. I can't persist his cold long stare in my eyes for long. From the shadows of him that lingers away with mine I can tell his presence behind. He limped behind me in a careless manner almost in an inaudible way.  I feel restless. I have toiled long and hard to taste the fruits of success and now when it's time I must rejoice, I must boast of it, blew away trumphets to proclaim my successful stories of life. But again something is holding me back. I turn around. Yes it's him!!!!

A deep hatred surged up inside my thorat.  I am getting late. I have to join my folks back where I belong to the chores of celebration, to rejoice for the commencement of our new life as professionals. I don't have time to squander away on someone so insignificant. Now I am getting angry.I have to stop someone following me. I have to be safe and sound at the end of the day. I picked up a stone. But..........I stopped!!!!

How can I hurt someone who is already wounded? Someone who needs help, care, affection. The red faced guy is not just red.  It's more than just a color. It's blood. He has his blood stained all over his fragile body.  He has been limping all the way back following me. He trembles now and them and is weakened to his feet. He is crying.

I tried to heal him up.... I tried to heal him up.....but I failed. He is just bleeding incessantly.  But the guy is not concerned about his blood. He is still staring at me right through my eyes. As if every heart beats of  mine are synchronizing with him, the every thought that comes to my head is anticipated by him. I feel disgust. Is this guy human? Why is he acting so monotonous? And why is he following me?? I just blurted out to him.... "WHY????".....

".....To decide what is right and what is wrong. To stand by you when you decide good or bad. To discriminate between the falsity of words with the truth from heart. I am someone whom you own your childhood innocence, your every truth and every lies and ur countless attempts to evade away from the truth. Someone who wants to scream, someone who tries to enact in situations, someone whom you fear to duel with. That's why you evade me.U suppress me. I don't want to bribe away someone to get my work done, but u did. That's why u suppressed me. When you welcome the news of ongoing slaughters in your own state with the morning cup of tea, I feel hurt. I bleed. I want to enact. I want to pacify them. But what you do is make some fun comments about the parties involved and digress away from it and calculate to what monthly sum 3.14 converge and daydream of it.When you see someone giving a slang to a fellow person, I want to beat him up and teach him some manners. But what you care is for and while loops on your self made world. When you see your own countrymen giving a damn about your motherland and goes on shitting and splitting everywhere , first thing I want to do is teach him some ettiquate but you still walk away. When by chance you come across any rightful proper action, something good I know you want to celebrate just like me. Yes, I am bleeding. And that is the sole reason you have shut myself up deep witihn yourself. I have been bleeding since then and I will bleed so until you choose to make a difference. To decide what is right and what is wrong....I am just your CONSCIENCE ........"

Oh!!!! It's past 9 o' clock . The alarm clock is wailing right beside my ears. I have been sleeping past due time and it is the yells of my mother that engulf me right now.  My head feels heavy. I bet you would also feel it when you go through any hard hitting dream like this. As I prepared myself for morning tea the words from that red faced guy lingers up in my head. As the left over words savaged my morning , I take a peep in the daily newspaper. Oh yes !!!! He's not just in my dream . Here I see him completely.  He has been more darkened by new blood. Yes he his crying again for the nine people who lost their lives in just another day of Netai village.

Roadside Romeo

 From "Billorani", "hot chicks" to "Tota" in the film New York most of the films have their own unique flamboyant style of addressing girls. If you think me as a kind of oldies who have certain reservation for the use of these terms i can assure i am not. It's just a dialogue. It's for a simple fun. But when cases like Aarushi Talwar and several rape cases are in rise all all around us i think it's high time for us to look beyond the phrase "just 4 fun yaar!!!".

U can always find them around every corner of the streets. They have always been  there through ages and different seasons around the year in different face and form. I would be wrong if I generalize all of them as the Roadside Romeos. They prefer to be in their herd otherwise they themselves consider their existence as insignificant one. A true point on which i must agree with them.U can identify that herd because they have very general topics left for them to discuss among themselves....the local bar, if any new girl in the town or the body parts about of any particular girl. All the raunchy, grubby topics on this solar system are at their disposal. In the days of ultra sophistication they can also come up with phrases that can justify their behavior towards the girls. They are just the dickheads who consider their dicks to be of prime importance in the entire planet.

You might be thinking right now why the hell i am wasting my blog space on these miserable creatures who have no scope of improvement. Right u r. But when they can't be cured, they can be prevented. I am not advising you to pick up a fight on a ratio of 5:1. These physic morons are actually a result of lack of proper parental care and society problems. Their existence is so troubled and so insignificant from the early days that they think by bobbling some raunchy jokes, mugging some porn stuffs day & night, hurling comments and being a nuisance to the girls can earn them the dignity of being an proper "Adult".

I know the morons on whose thoughts i am venting my anger on my keypads is never going to pick an eye for this post. Rather this post has the probability to be scanned by some good people who don't have resemblance in any shape and form to those cheapos and that is why i am emphasizing for them to have a eye for prevention since these people can't be cured. Otherwise cases like Arushi Talwar and other rape cases on different parts of this country can't be prevented. You can say the responsibility also rests on the judicial system but I better not speak about a system or rather refrain from commenting about a system where judicial action is implemented just for name whereas the action part is destined and delayed for several generations to come. CBI, the top notch agency has itself closed the case of Aarushi Talwar due to lack of proper evidences despite the repeated pleas of the parents and relative of the victim. The mockery lies on the fact is we depend on a system which after 175 deaths, 300 severely injured persons in 26/11 has taken a time of 1.5 years (approx.) to announce death sentence to the lone convict. That is the sole reason it's time for us to pay heed to the cry of humanity within us and step up for an issue if it demands.

Since these post is on the "Roadside Romeos" i would like to state a simple fact for them: Girls are beautiful. Life is colorful only for them. If you do like a girl you can express feelings for her. Every girl loves appreciation. If you find a girl beautiful feel free to stare at her but do not ogle. There is a thick line between that.

Remember Beauty is to be preserved... not to be destroyed!!!

CELEBRATIONS

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It's been late today. As the lamp posts dim sheepishly across the star lit sky Piklu strode off his bicycle across the dusty roads to home. The day has been a hectic one. On reaching home he step off his cycle. It's a long roads back from tuition. He ring the door bell and paused to look for the old man. Just like everyday there he is, a man on his sixties probably, wrinkled skin and stammer as he speak. He coughs then and now and pauses longer between the talks more but Piklu wonder whether he has seen the old man to have a chit chat with someone anytime. Little does he know about the old man, he has met his two sons who are highly qualified engineers, they all live under the same old roof with their own families but still he has hardly seen anyone of them with this old man anytime.

Everyone is talking about it, the new format of MTV Roadies. The concept of the show is to reflect on the contestants the seven basic emotions and the outcomes at different situations. As Piklu surf across the channels a thought grazed across his mind Has he seen any? The old man on his verandah on his lonely night and day, he has hardly any of them. On the jolly times, when everyone in that house is busy in merry making he is singled out still resting on the verandah , even when the loud noises,screams engulf the locality as sirens wailing from that house still he does not show remorse, he does not feel sad or disgusted. He just look through the rusted grills from verandah in the moon lit sky questioning the sky itself. The local people have not  interfered. Because we are social. We are taught since childhood and as we grow we learn by heart to not interfere in other matters whatever it may be. A lonely old man with his lonely old sky he rests in his 3 X 2 sq ft verandah as the days pass by.

Today is Diwali. The day when our good old Rama returned home with Sita, the day marked as a new beginning of light and hope. Just as the evening drove past six, Piklu speed past the lanes to his friend's house in a nearby locality with all his crackers and fireworks. No books to gaze,no routine to bind to , this day is just like a dream day to him. The white fumes, the sound of crackers and the candles lit across the apartments everything has its due appeal for that day. His whole afternoon is sorted out with crackers hurling at his saitan neighbors, they have to start early else some of them will be spared. They will be paid in every possible means of fireworks and chocolate bombs for ruining their fun and mischief all around the year.

It's past 10 o' clock. Although the sound of the crackers exploding goes incessantly yet Piklu with his heart contempt with joy of savaging the neighbor houses strode past to his home. But as he come close he seem to be a little arised today. Something is unusual today. Something odd.Why so many people are crowding in his neighbor house? He speed through the lanes and as he struggled his way across the mob he peeped in the ongoing scene. The old man lies there, calm and quiet just like any other day but with his eyes closed. The  time may have wrinkled and deformed his mouth but the tranquility that exists today can not be explained just in words.  Nobody is crying, just that everybody is deep silenced within their inner self.

Piklu moved aside from the crowd and went to the rooftop. The whole scene is very vivid from there. "The good old fella is no more..."  as he repeat these words on and on his mind dwindle on the narrow line between the two worlds of Life and Death. The serenity in the face of the dead man ....is it the happiness for forsaking his deserted life and setting his voyage across the unknown world of darkness? Today is unusal for him not just as the old man is dead but what he have witnessed none of the people had or will ever get a chance to be. It is the first smile in that face Piklu has witnessed in ages. It's the smile for the end of an evil life, and the commencement of new hope, a new afterlife. "Oh Yes!!! It's not late.The Celebrations May Begin......."

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India- Beyond the School Corridors

Kids running with school bags with some Mr X / Y/ Z celeb offering his 100 watts colgate smile to cameras emphasizing the importance of education of young India with the catchy line of some nutthead who invented the line "Padhega India to Badhega India".

I wonder how does people every year silently digest the drama about Indian Education. I remember my good old school days when every1 of us is tired of mugging the essay for about a thousand of times " The Importance of Education" as it is the favorite hot cake essay of literature question papers. Ur nibs will be tired, the sharpeners will get choked with pencil dusts..still the salient points of the topic never extinguishes nor does the teacher's unending enthusiasm to draw circles in some points even adding few more points. The point is from the giant manifestos to slogans and commercials the government has tried and exhausted every possible communication medium to help people to realize the true needs for education. So the only thing left is now question papers. So u can say that is the main reason for being the essay so hotcake in the exam hall.

But wait and think !!! Don't we know already the need for education? For who ever you may be literacy at certain level is required. So the government has come up with various low budgets and govt aided institutions actually working towards the cause. But dat is not what I am concerned. Its beyond the school. It's the situation where the money matter comes into play. Our honorable Human Resource Minister has made up a very interesting phenomenal comment in this regard. He stated that the from all the number of children going to school only a few of them actually make up for the higher studies. A true observation indeed. So he proposed to come up with more number of educational institutions to improve the current scenario.

The mockery of Indian politics is statements are made even before they are realized. Our concerned minister is so deeply concerned about Indian education that eventually he jumps into the same pit. Long are the days gone of the lethargic concept "Two birds in one stone ". Ur thoughts and actions can't part ways. They have to follow hand in hand. Just giving a nod to the privatization of educational institutions with ur proposed idea just don't fit in. Let face it. Higher studies need money. And after u r highly educated the first thing u need is a job. May be with the help of  "my chance to get lucky" quota certificate anyone gets admission in a good college but what after that? Who will bear the expenses? With more and more number of institutions who will be liable to maintain the correct educational standard in them. Without proper education how can any student face the competitive world? And what if u don't get ur chance? What if after passing ur grad school only thing left with u is ur simple printed grad dergree,certificates and marksheets.

Vision should b clear.Students intending for higher studies as well as education institutions are also responsible to prepare their students in a market oriented way,  A farmer's son can go back to his own long prodigy of farming back after class X...but he can't and he will not after being graduate. He will search for a job. So where's the job?

Let me digress a bit. After 3/4 yrs in the grad school let us see about the job prospective s in our country. If you a good student from a high collared institution you do have your concrete chances to be under the secured roof of a good organization. Other ones can just mug up all the competitive exam books for participating in the cat and mice race for limited seat government examinations. Other than you are just left with my dear BPO 's. Let me dissect the normal working class into Core or IT works. So from the core departments the recruitment is sheepishly low all round the year. And to IT lovers i would just like to share a candid point as i am also a same noob in the pros field.  If you just give a damn shit of all the recession thing...about the number of people sacking going on all the year round..you may consider one important fact.....to the concept of Cloud Computing. The concept is still in its budding stage but the main logical funda behind it is simply to reduce the work force. To even more maximize their present resources in order to get a low cost.  Now the present scenario presents us a important statistics out of all IT aspirants graduating every year only 25% of them are actually placed. I may not want to blow away the buds of the sweet dreams of parents for getting his son a IT professional but the implementation of cloud computing will be a harsh blow on the ever recruiting nature of IT market.

So more number of institutions..no jobs..only viable option to pursue higher studies as per ur pocket affords up to a limit . So I offer my exclusive readers a more disgusting catchy line to be a reply for the seemingly inspiring line " Padhega India to Badhega India" . Just turn around with your grace....just bend a little ...spread ur left hand in a begging style [just like Amitabh saying "Haaih"] and reply

"Paise kya per pe ughte hai." .

The Lost Kids

" I keep walking on ..through the wicked roads and starry sky...lost within myself I move on an on. Yes I am lost. I am lost in the roads,i am puzzled by my thoughts,and i will soon give up when the beast of night will come upon. I don't know the lanes...they are tricky enough ..twirling and twisting just when you think it is simply normal. I can recall the time when you left me...just how you convinced me but i could not see behind it. My tears have dried now...they have yielded deep beneath the devilish hunger for foods within me. But now I have learnt a lot. I know how to steal money. I know how to beg properly. And you know I am also not alone any more. Because I have met them. My friends. They are just like me. We speed across every  traffic signals in day and night. There are so many different cars and buildings. You remember how i used to get scared of unknown people earlier but now i meet thousands of faces every now and then. I sleep in the footpath near where you left me.May be someday I will meet u, and then I can ask you why did u depart me and my sister in the platform that day? "

This words are not mine but of a lost kid...Have he told me this? No he didn't. He is too young to have any feelings right now. But down the line after some years he will definitely feel so. The departed kids in Sonarpur Local compartment in one sunny day and their tears provoked me to pen down this. I will definitely look forward to hear about their whereabouts in future because the tears of their innocence is just the painful implementation of great Darwin's law of "Survival of the Fittest". I would bow to that someone who can help them. So wait.... let me give you the details of them so you can identify them. A girl and a boy(her brother) ragged dresses, the little brother crying feverishly while the girl 2/3 older than boy is trying in vein to control her every drops of tears. She is also trembling in fear but she can't give up for the sake of her brother. Every passer by is asking her about their parents, where she live. She can tell where she live but the other people could not locate it. She will tell you about her mother, the one who has left them in the train compartment assuring them that she was just going to fetch water. But she didn't return and the train left. Now you will be thinking whether it is intentional or the train simply left before her mother could arrive. I don't know the answer. Neither they did. 

You might be wondering what these specifications will help you to find those two lost kids? Actually it will not. Nothing can. Because there are not just 2 of them . There are thousands of them, deprived of their innocence, childhood and overall LIFE. So even if you can bring happiness in the life of any of them u are actually helping those two lost kids whom I have met in just a sunny day of my life.

The Masala in Indian IssStyle ;-)

Entara Rascala Mind It!!!!!!!!!

I am sure my opening could not get better cliche line than this. The big mustached Rajni threatening the "Mr. Black" villains(sorry for getting on the color but the white kurtas and the crowish color of the south indians is a just a panache in the masala style) The kollywood is very apprehensive of 1 factor : no matter what you see, it must be done in issStyle!!! But don't blame it on them. I truly believe south has got its true roots of Indian culture unless who could have thought to do actions wearing lungis and shawl draping around shoulder.

 But I will be abusive if I only mention you the immense resource of masalas in the land of idlis and sambars. The Bollywood and never mind our own Tollywood has shown a great potential in this field also. I will mention my one fav line from bolly world : "Ek bar maine jo commitment kar di ,,, to main khud ki v nahi sunta". No prize for guessing from which film is it. Yes!!!! It is from the ever successful film "WANTED" and from our very own charismatic SALMAN KHAN!!!! In the land of Tagore how could any1 forget Mithunda and his oscar winning character "Minister Fatakesto ". Actually the lines "marbo ekhne las porbe sosane" are so popular at one point of time even i used to fear to detach my ears from the safe musical comfort of my mp3 player.

If you think i distaste masala films that's surely untrue. I can bet if you watch a dozen art films regularly you will also get tired of all the intelligent supplements in those cinemas. As per science our brain has a lot unproductive region compared to that of productive part. So we need some brainless cinemas to entertain our mind also. I also recall even during post release of OSO , SRK has advised his fans "keep ur brains at home " before watching this. See, even the intelligent actors are aware of the brain storming scripts and performances they have delivered. So if you watch any hero/heroine to say b4 release "I AM A DIRECTOR'S ACTOR" comprehend it as : " THIS FILM IS TRASH. SO PLZ DON'T BLAME IT ON ME".

The candid part is nobody is blaming. That's why Rajnikanth is a superstar. Wanted,Ghajni,Oso are benchmarks of Indian cinema and Dabanng has stormed away the box office records of 3 Idiots. Long live the muscular hero who fights pow(10,100000...) villains.........long live the sweet sexy heroine who dances in the rain,sings a romantic song and fell in love with the hero in 1st glance..and long live the heroine's dad who is the mastermind of all the nuisance. Bow to THE DIRECTOR and plzz don't forget to give "seetis" on some paisa vasool dialogues. And if you get acidity in digesting those masala cinemas then pick up some not so known movies like Shaurya, Bumm Bumm Bole...etc etc.