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121 days ago
When u stand outside the station bus-stand and stranger pats u shoulder and smiles, "Bhaari bag, kottheke asha hocche (Such a heavy bag, where r u coming from?", u know u r in Calcutta. When a mother drops her little child on ur lap in a crowed bus and says, "Ektu dekhun na bhai, baddo naughty (please take care of him, he's very naughty)", u know u r in Calcutta. When u see a couple looking here and there and settling at a little kiss followed by a 'we-just-did-it' look, u know u r in Calcutta. When u get a solid elbow push on ur neck just to look back and see a sweaty stranger grinning, "Uff.. ja bhir (oh, what a rush)", u know u r in calcutta. When u get a long-lost friend's call suddenly calling and asking, "Ei kota thaka dhar dibi? pocket akdom khaali (hey, lend me some bucks dude, am completely broke)", u know u r in Calcutta. When u see a couple walking in a mall with the girl's eyes busy window-shopping and guy's eyes busy at ...
126 days ago
I don’t know why, roads have always fascinated me. No, I didn’t mean from a traveler’s point of view. Rather, my view towards roads is quite ‘static’ in nature. Thanks to my infamous sutta-breaks, whenever I get a little time-break (not that I’m always busy otherwise), I keep staring at the roads and marvel by the sheer beauty of it. Take today’s example. I was idle for some time and I thought of spending those moments with Classic Regular and road in front of my office. So I neared the road, and started listening. Yes, I started listening to the half-sentences that I could gather from the people, racing past me on foot or on their bi-cycles or motor-cycles. I’m trying to pen them down as I could remember (I don’t guarantee absolute continuity though, thanks to my horrible memory). So the words flowed like this – ‘Barish ka alag hi maza hai’ ‘Bhopal kaafi badal gayi hai yaar’ ‘Shala, main toh kehta hoon har roj party karni chahiye’ ‘New ...
128 days ago
I risk sounding judgmental, at large, bizarre here, but that won’t be able to stop me from airing my voice. For last one decade, I’ve been completely irritated on an absurd phenomenon creeping into our so-called ‘classy’ class’ minds. I name this phenomenon as ‘holier-isolation’. To put it in simple words, I take the case of few exceptional ‘Indians’. What about those Indians who always suffer from a colonial hangover? I mean, I’ve met and fought with many Indians, residing abroad, who visit India and at every point of their conversations, try to deny any Indianness in them. They’ll go on saying, how ‘Indian mentality’ sucks, how our societal framework is callous, how our leaders are corrupt, how our future is bleak, how ignorant we’re about the ‘real’ happening world and so on!! While talking to them, many ‘wanna-be’ Indians nod their heads and would say, “Sahi hai yaar… hamare yahan toh kuch nehin hone walla hai!!” So basically, those NRIs are just not Indians ...
134 days ago
Yes, I religiously hate this lady. I mean, she is the only person who kills almost all of my Sunday pleasures. Her irritating, baseless, ego-centric and illiterate columns, published on every Sunday Times of India, as POLITICALLY INCORRECT, are garbage at its best! Just read on few of titles of her columns – Political babes in the woods The 'new' desi girl is here, don't mess with her Bollywood bachao! Mind your lingo Taslima, go home All these columns are full of ego-centric blabbering of a perfect wanna-be Ex-page-3 loser! I fell and believe, her sole aim is to pick up any one of the happening personalities, who gets any kind of highlight by media, and bash that person with typical Shobhaa De venom. If these stupid and irritating titles weren’t enough, dare to read any of her columns; I assure, once you’re done reading one (which itself is a difficult task), you’ll be left with a peculiar sense of guilt in your ...
137 days ago
1. Rain 2. Beer 3. News 4. New Home 5. Old Hindi Movies 6. Coldplay 7. Facebook 8. Professional Fights 9. PJs 10. LOVE That's how I'm these days... ;) ;)
