Well....

Life's not that bad.But it do sucks sometimes...

Nothing literary

Over the years, I came across few people in my life whom you can call simply without any class or in rather crude term- downmarket.They are shallow from inside yet they move around with a sense of superiority.

To be more specific..

They do not know which hand to use for holding fork.

They cant pronounce words like"rendezvous" .Actually they don't know and if they do, they wont.

They haven't heard about Friends, Frasier,Everybody Loves Raymond or Cheers.

They think old Bengali classic are the ultimate source of humour.

They haven't read or rather heard the name of P G Wodehouse and hence can never tell who is Jeeves.

They have not read Enid Blyton in their childhood or RD in their teens.

They crib always as why they are still single.

Their only idea of a party is their Friday night booze party.

Bengalis who haven't read Tagore except from their textbooks.

Lastly if you are a Bengali and think Tagore's "Shesher kobita" is a poetry...then I am sorry to say, you are definitely good for nothing.

If you fall in more than one category.....ummm.....yes..errrr.....

what can I say...Catch you later..bye.

Do you remember?

Remember.......

when we first met... now I get to meet you once in three months.

when you said "Come for a walk, just you and me".........now its a dream for me.

when you held my hand...........now I don't have someone to hold to.

when I first sat on your bike........now I never get to ride one.

when you hugged me tight during my tough times........now I don't have a shoulder to cry on.

when you called me at 3 at night just to say you miss me.........now I long for one such call.

when you came back and said "I cant do without you" ..........now I want to hear that more.

when I woke up and saw you smiling at me.........now its an empty room, not a soul.

I remember them all but can we just relive those moments?

The sand is slipping away

I miss Him, miss Him always.

But there is nothing I could do. He is out searching for his life. I just wish, if I could be a part of his life, just a tiny little one. I can only wish.

I just held the sand in my palm not even formed the fist, yet it is slipping way .

I can feel it.I can see it infront of my eyes.

Not even my tears can make it wet and stay..

To all those who called , pinged and mailed me after reading the below post asking me whats wrong..
I am perfectly fine..infact hale and hearty. This is a place for me to vent out.

Someone has very rightly said that life is a jigsaw puzzle and in the end every piece will fall into place. For me, the pieces were all scattered. I added each piece meticulously and my heart was filled with ecstasy when i felt a pang thats it is almost going to be complete.
Presently, when it was supposed to be almost done, I unknowingly picked up a delicate piece and to my utter dismay, it didnt fit anywhere. May be it isnt part of my jigsaw puzzle and yet I want it to be in it.
I am stranded.
I am still holding that shapely gem asking it to be somewhere.

Shut the door.

Life is a long path leading to your goal with occasional doors on the way showing you alternate ways.Dont look, just walk on. Many of you will pick up those alternate roads shown you by other people who call themselves your friends. Avoid, ignore, they are not even worth a glance.
I happen to travel on this road too.I see Him at then end smiling at me, waiting for me..I am still walking to meet my destiny.
There will be people delighted to see you and and will ask you to walk with them through those alternate paths. Beware.Dont get lured away because behind their smiling faces you know not what exists and as soon as you turn away a bit, their middle finger goes up.So, Shut the door.
There will be people saying occassional hi and hello. They wont talk much but claim to be your friend. But they cant match up with you. I pity them but still shut the door.
There will be people with friendly gestures but dont bother because thats temporary. They will always be busy with their life or rather own walking and will expect you to be busy too. Dont soften for their occasional interference, its their way of having fun when they get bored or have nothing to do. Just Shut the door
And there will be people whom you will like instantly and be friendly. You will share all your joy and sorrow. They will find you cute and shower you with hugs and kisses. Dont get excited that you finally got a walking partner. Its a trap.Never fall for it. Because when you need them by your side while walking the tough paths, they cant even sacrifice a boring party.
Shut the door.
Dont look,
Dont talk,
Dont take the alternate paths. Its a simple straight way and you have to walk alone.He is standing at the end, waiting for you, your real friend.
Keep walking....keep walking. The worst will soon be over.

P.S. Any resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely intentional.

The Descend is always difficult..

When you have a goal and you have focus, life seems so easy.
Its like walking on, crushing the freshly fallen leaves of a fine autumn morning.
Its like looking at the smiling face of your loved ones from a distance and then the dash you make to reach them.
Its like reaching a mountain top when the excitement overrides everything.

But the descend is always difficult.
When you stop and ask yourself..what next?
When you are coming back from a place which was filled with happiness.

...When you need to go back....vision blurred.....lump in the throat...angry mind...sorrowful heart.....totally clueless ..
and talking to yourself "everything will be fine".
Everything will just be fine.