Sunday, June 24, 2007

So long brother…

Sudhi shokol shune hoben boro prito
Purush manush du prokar – jibito, bibahito

[Ladies and gentleman you’d be glad to hear it said
(that) There are two kinds of men – the living and the wed]

~ folk wisdom

The guy I grew up with died (got hitched) this weekend. The smartest, most decent kid in the bunch. He is the silent type; you’ve got to know him well to know how witty he is. Wish I could be more like him. Gonna miss him a lot.

Proton and Rini

“Hey! Aren’t you the older one?”
“Hmm…well…hang in there. You’ll find someone [sympathetic tone]”

How many times did the above conversation take place? Lost count after the second millionth time. (Sheesh! Like loosing a brother wasn’t bad enough!)

Had to take it out on somebody. Bad thing about being the elder brother in a wedding is that you have to act your age; can’t pull anything silly. Or can you? ;)

The Plan

The hit
[message reads: Shala (brother in law) No. 1 - I feel so pretty :$]

The impact

The truce

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

says it all

Click on the picture to see the original. It is NOT just a picture!

So what do you think it says?

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Natural Highs

Was supposed to blog about Pan’s Labyrinth. Couldn’t get into it. Saw Nowal’s Natural Hight list and thought about making my own.

1. Good breakfast, tea and the first smoke – doesn’t happen too often
2. Solving a puzzle you’ve been going at for a while – So I’m a geek. You are reading blogs yourself :p
3. The wet wind on your face
4. Dark clouds looming on the horizon
5. The Rain
6. Water
7. Splashing into the water
8. Swimming
9. Watching her eyes getting drunk
10 Kisses!
11. Feel her breathing getting heavier as you kiss
12. Her head on your chest
13. When she tells you she loves you – yes even when you know she is lying
14. Dipping you nose in her hair – easy to lose yourself in there...sighh
15. Talking with dead poets
16. Talking to God – he’s more available than you think
17. Reading fairy tales – yes they are all true
18. Good jokes – miss the ones with ZB, RB and BB
19. Good fights – been a while
20. Being sincere
21. Books that slap you hard, give you a good shake, leave you breathless, transport you to another time and place or just make you laugh your ass off
22. Running out of smokes in the middle of the night and then finding a couple in an old pack
23. Making a difficult shot and knowing you can make 10 more like that
24. Reading old letters
25. Reading old journal entries
26. Right song at the right moment
27. Doing a good one and resisting the temptation to bank on it
28. The pen writing by itself
29. Good talks – managing to cut the crap and say it right
30. Good food - burrrp!!
31. Getting to know a beautiful mind
32. Van Gogh’s paintings – Road with Cypresses and Star
33. Blackouts on moonlight nights
34. Family get togethers – with all 14 kids
35. Movies that leave you spell bound for the rest of the night
36. Watching animals
37. Saying “don’t give a fuck” - and meaning it too

This is ridiculous! The list will go on and on and on! And to think we are always complain life doesn't throw enough good stuff on our way!

Road with Cypresses and Star ~ Vincent Van Gogh

Sunday, June 10, 2007

wet crows

It rained all day today. Started out for work (late as usual) and then I couldn’t get a taxi cause the roads were all flooded. Wasn’t too sad about it. Came home and didn’t know what to do. Went online for a bit, wrote a li’l rhyme for a kitty kat and then watched the rain. When it simmered down a little the crows were all over the place trying to regroup or whatever. Looked like they had a rough ride. Watched two baby crows on the sunset for a bit. (Lookes just like other crows only smaller :p) Poor things were all messed up. Guess they didn’t find the rain very romantic.

Went out in the evening with some friends and got all wet on the way back. It was a good shower. Its amazing how much you can still enjoy it if you can forget about the wallet, cell phone, flash drive and cegerettes in your pocket. It was a good walk.

On the way back, decided to ‘cry in the rain’ a li’l. Did all sorts - the baby wail, the girlie whine, the teenage sob, the heartbreak whimper, the oldie weep, the godfather howl, all of it! Was quite a performance I must say; spooked a lot many passers by along the way. Had a lot of laughs.

Speaking of laughs, I remember we had some during the showers last year as well. We had to go to a clinic to pick up somebody’s medical report. By the time we got there we were soaking wet. Walked up to the information desk with water dripping from my hair, nose, cloths, everywhere. My shoes made a squishing noise at every step and I left a trail of water on my way. Long story short, I was all wet and it was rather obvious what happenned to me. I asked the young lady at the desk about the reports I went for. The receiptionist took a good look at me, put on a sweet sweet smile and asked, - “Is it raining outside?”

“No! I just went for a dip in the lake on my way up here.”
What else could you say anyway?

Wednesday, June 06, 2007


Been reading The Alchemist. Can really relate to the story; feels like I’ve known it all along.

“when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” – says in the book. Dunno if its true, but sure sounds nice.

Was flipping through the love poems of Rumi before hitting the sack; the book opened at this page

I am life itself

You have been a prisoner
of a little pond
I am the ocean
an its turbulent flood
Come merge with me
Leave this world of ignorance

Be with me
I will open
the gate to your love

Whiskey in the jar

[Was listening to it all day]

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

~ An Irish folk song by U2

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Monday morning

Monday morning. Was up all night watching movies. At 5 am went to the bus depot to pick up ma’s fruit basket. Found it easily enough. Brought it home and then threw half the stuff in the trash can. At 6 went out again for breakfast. The sky was dark, cloudy and dreamy. The wind was wet and felt good on the skin. The storm caught up when we were half way down. The road was swamped with paper, paper bags, leaves and leaflets. They were flying around everywhere, dancing about with the wind, whirling mad. It was like dusk, only better. The mad citizens weren’t crowding the streets. No obnoxious noises of silly giggles, macho bullshit or disco cars. The trees looked greener, the sky was a dark blue gray. And against them picture the red Krishnochura’s dancing down on the street, creating a flowery red carpet. Felt like jumping about, felt fantastic. Started telling my bro how lovely I thought everything was. Figured soon enough that my talk was spoiling the moment and shut up.

By the time we reached the restaurant it was raining mad. They still hadn’t opened so we waited in the landing smoking. Loved everything I set my eyes on. The occasional rickshows (even with their ugly banglalink curtains), the green vegetable van, the morning walker in white sweat shirt, the lady with the up side down umbrella, the blush that followed the incident and the subsequent good humored smile.

I wondered about all the things I’d seen in those couple of hours and thought if I’d be able to write about them. Like, painting a picture that’d show ‘em all. I knew that I couldn’t. But it didn’t get me down at all. Was happy to be back home, under a roof, watching the rain outside, smoking the last one in the pack, feeling the eyelids getting heavy. Slept like a baby after a long time.