question and answers.....

this is gonna be fun............... he he
here we go....

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:

left thigh.....in and out...... fell on a bloody sewin machine......class 5.....was tryin to act like a blind man.....7 stiches (for more gory details contact me....)

2. What is on the walls in your room?

posters:...... ray charles......blues brothers..Angelina jolie(sigh)......beatles..... bb king...jim morrion.....clapton....aztec painting(real thing)...........loui armstrong...a lot
santana....some family pics.......durga(barir pujor)..........frankestine(boris karloff).....picasso......
my walls are decked!

3. What does your phone look like?
a page in my wallet.....forgotten......

4. What music do you listen to?
oh....this is gonna be long....lets go by genere
RnB (50's to late 80's)
jazz, brazilian music(recent facination), soul, classic rock.....progressive....and a hell lotta jack Johnson
espcially Jack Johnson - banana pancakes

5. What is your current desktop picture?
one of my picture..........due drops on a leaf

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
thums up..........and chocolate...lots

7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
------------no comments or objections--------------------

8. What time were you born?
12:10 in the mornin.......wee hours

9. Are your parents still together?
yeah........

10. What are you listening to?
Maria Bethânia...by caetano veloso

12. The last person to make you cry?
mom!

13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
higher (CD), polo sport...call me feminine.....i love opium and poison and white diamonds!!

14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
as long as they(female) have hair..... don matter.....who am i to complain.......but green eyes....ooooooo i'm gaga over green eyes

15. Do you like pain killers?
well if i friggin break mi bones....or really hurt miself...........i'll take em.....

16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
was at one point o time.......guess still am...

17. Fave pizza topping?
--------------pepperoni--------------------hands down

18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
moms shorshe bata elish!

19. Who was the last person you made mad?
i very rarely get mad.........but i guess it was myself!

20. Is anyone in love with you?
he he.........its for you to know and me to find out i guess...........



this was fun...............so do i really have tag ye all or will ye follow suit!

questions.....

a fellow blogger and friend started sumthin on question...and well i think its a good idea...
i have a few myself.....

• why hasn't "half-pant" -wearing not gelled with the bengali casye?
• why do bengali 's ask so many questions........??
• do you really need a partner to share sadness and happiness??
• why am i askin so many questions???
• why are girls so complicated.....???
• why men (i am included) relate everything to sex??
• why oh do i feel lonely at times and not others......
• which comes first family or friends?? (easy for me to answer)
• are we alone??
• for what reason have we been given lives to lead and ppl to empress....

i'd love the answers....but the fact remains...do i give a damn....truth be told....i believe in existance....i was born a human cause the last life i suffered at a hand of one...... so i believe that we are what we do to ourselves..........is that wrong??? or am i mad?

the corrections and my version.....

i suppose and addict is to strong a word to use.........for that cia i hate yeh.......i enjoyed it....it was my creative lead...catalyst....and addict c'on...... nunkuuuuu what ever just to let you know i hat the word so hence-forth nah-ah..... it made me feel.....it made me see it made me understand a lotta things...and certainly helped me though shit.........i defend that phase of my life......i treasure it
the picture that the cia did put up was so some extent correct....i made the major corrections....the story's prolly the same..... it was my mona-lisa as i said then......it did have meaning and logic... but then theres always logic in that realm......he he......the picture has a lotta detail so read carefully....

anyways these past few days have been hectic.......2 matrimonials to attend....sand none which involve me....alas.....hehe..... who am i kiddin thank god...i dread that day....i'll prolly piss in mi pants.......dhuti :P
unc's come over...i bought a gun.......re decorated i'll put some o em up now and some later..... met the cutest and sweets little model on earth........and was honored that she let me click her without much hassel.......bought some more hats.....one really snazzy.......as my model here displays it.....bought another ring....supposedly with elephant hair embedded in it for luck........so i thought why not give it a go......and shopped like crazy.........and got this spanky lantern for 99 bucks......hehe......cool nah.....come by men/women.....the place is jazzy and warm......... so are the beds (wink wink)......and movin on........tomorro have a bou bhat to attend..... intend to devour some mighty fine food and spend the next week re-bootin the stomach (manually)......... lots have been up......will keep on writin as i remember....the rest o the house i promise i'll get to.......better pic too........and now i am into brazilian music....... maria rita.... Elis Regina Carvalho Costa .. Caetano Emanuel Viana Teles Veloso
bloddy good stuff....and the usual rythm and blues......the late eras.... ray, wonder,..... mr bb and jazz a lotta cab calloway you all have to listen to "Minnie the Moocher" its simply amazing chuck berry.



you all should see the blues brothers movies......i insist

i bought a phone....yippieee

baap'er aar aamar puro cell exchange kore.......i got snazzy....... economically snazzy that is....lol

sweet caroline?!

sweet caroline
neil diamon


Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along

Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would

And now I, I look at the night, whooo
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you

Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would

Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good



the first english song i ever heard.....and now i understand........
good times never seems so good man......sesh.....what a cliche

destiny..............

i knew i was goin to be a photographer.........

bawaal machao

it feels so good to leave a tradition in college a faternity so to speak....that carefully chooses the bench-warmers and the bawaals...... the tradition started from our third year if i remember it correctly.......all the foundin members previously all were a part of an elite group of ppl..... the group contained ppl from diverse backgrounds and diff morals.......the organization was called "lfb_inc"....and we the proud members gave way to a cult called "bawaal machao"..... it all started from the time we started our college fest......he he....that was by far the worst time in college..... but substances joined in hte presence of heat and pressure..... from a stable and strong compound... thats when we gelled together i guess.......the fights...the shouting......but one for all and all for one.... we really were a network of ppl specialzing in diff crafts and good at it!....we had the mouth(aka anaconda), the perfect student(aka LD), the harami (aka monty), the behari (aka gopi), the quite one(aka arnavG), the conspirator (aka black mamba), the lubricant (aka spittin cobra), the PR (aka hanger), the spy (aka mosh) and a lotta ppl........we formed an alliance........it was that if one of us gets beaten up......we'd be the only one beatin em.... the rest couldn'y touch us....for hell will be unleased........ and finally this ended.....the anaconda found a back door to the caste system...... we were a friggin smartass bunch....
forth year started.......then the football competion.... that was the epitome of our infiltration... who'd believe a team with no experience would end up in the finals....... the victory that bawaal machao tasted was not on the field....... it was in an office......in true bawaal machao fashion the victory was taken from the opponents....... we talked our way to victory....and it didn't stop there......the lines men were ours....the time keepers were ours...the refree was a faggot who only knew how to blow a wistle........... our strategies were different but effective, the sight of the yellow mesh behind the goals the day after filled us with pride.......it was a mark....the mark left by bawaal machao......we did scrape our way to finals and lost in emphatic fashion....but we proved our point...
as time went by...many ppl enrolled into the elite association...... the members were refined scum....dirt...and we loved it.....the fithy were welcome with arms wide open.....we reigned and passed the legacy to deserving hands.....and they did us proud....yes proud...
the present status of bawal machao is that they'r steam rollin oponents in this years cup..... and well this time the cup is ours.........
the alma mater
the faternity
the brotherhood
the family........................... don mess with us
imagine a 400kg can o whoop ass and well it'll be worse.........

to the baawals................................bom kaora haathi ka l$#%a
thanks to our cheerleaders......lol....na bolle khisti khetam...you all did play a part...

lost in translation

if not for the persistent information network of the cia.....i would have forgotten the existance of this piece of my memory...... i was stoned i has sad and i was influenced....and i wrote thanks man

....if you sing along

.....i have come to an artistic block......i mean i was so used to take pictures that i thought.....i mean to say before, i already knew what i had to do...and had a rough idea of the out come of the picture....now that my skills have been focused on an object rather than anything and everything.........i feel bound....feel that there's this finite domain in which i remain.....it worries me......finite it self is a word that limits things....and i am not used to it.....not used to being told what to do and how to do it.....but i guess this was inevitable....it had to happen sometime..... ppl that know me, tend to say i am against the system......but some how now i realize its not so... no one can be against the system...thats why its called the system . its a complex and intricate network of ppl fuckin other ppl and then gettin fucked.....what goes around comes around rite...he he......there was a time i didn't belive in such divinity......but when your home alone..... the lights just went out due to the flashing and turbulent thunder-storm brewing....as i fumbled for the bleeding candles i felt scared....first time in years...my own home seemed to be an empty dark pit...........as i lit the candle....i quickly went to close all the windows.....the rain was comin in...i closed all but the one at the foot of my bed.......i lay there....put on some music and peered though the window.....i looked to find closure i guess.....answers to all my questions......a finger hopefully to point me in the right direction...cause i sure as hell don know which way to go.... i feel so lost.......the only thing that calms me is somthing that will eventually kill me...... but hey for those few seconds if i can feel....if i can see...if i can imagine.......i do just abt anyting for 5 secs of pleasure......even if it is followed my 50 min o pain....... ppl say quit man..... quit..... i ask quit what......quit happiness.....quit love....quit memories......i can't i won't.
sometimes it all seems so meaningless....so bland.....why am i here....what is it i must do......in the end it all comes down to making ppl proud i guess...... heh proud..........derivative to pride...one of the seven deadly sins............jesus.......reason is something i'll never runout of.... i am glad for that......cause for all the sins i have commited and commit....i reason it out......i lie to myself...believe in somthing i congured up.....and live in my own private satire.......
i need meaning...i need completeness.........i guess it is thime for me to get hitched!

Lasagna, also lasagne (pronounced /lə'zan.jə/)

well today after we finally finished moving all the furniture....i thought a treat was in order.......a feast...we went out to look for mutton....but then after roma blatantly kidek the brit manu ass till it "actually" turned red.......i had this urge for italian......so i decided "Lasagna" ...well actually we didn't find a friggin goat to devour......well any ways we bought the ingredients.......at shown..... bloddy lasagna sheets are too friggin expensive so we did with macaroni......that car was the free gift we got..... slice and dice and then into the blender........ den we make_a da sauce_a...da mucho importanante sauce_a....(muaah) .....w put in chicken mince......600 friggin grams......layerd it up..... with an entire pack o cheese........damn the calories......we do not care.....we shall overflow with cholesterol......and thums up and then and an enchanting chocolate mousse dessert.....and a fuck you to all..har har.......i might just have left overs so hurry*

* offer valid till stock lasts..................booyah.

work in progress....

well i took some more pics......and thats about it...all the enthu is there but scrafs are not creating too much inspiration......anyways yesterday was the champions league...liverpool kicked ass.....bloddy brits.......any way there were some very important conversations that took place last nite, bet me and sam.....see we were discussin abt cat's and diptheria......the way ppl say cats cause diptheria....to which sam responded...."dipthera ki....oi jor jor types".........i said in a typical manner..." diptheria....oi to protozoa types effect daye.....flu......fever....yadayada"........sam said" protozoa??? saala biology bhule gechi........especially the botany part ta.............." i jumped and said botany???? saala protozoa be....bacteria types... choto choto maal gulo..............to which sam aptly responded.....oh...bacteria...achha taale ora animal to......... i looked at him...... and couldn't stop laughin.......literally..... realizing his derivational skills sam also joined in the laughter......he he.... then he said......aami je kothaye aachi na.......aar kothaye jachhi.......
he he these are the conversations that a man never forgets........full of bullshit and absolutely meaning less...... women on the other hand tend to remember everything....and then they use it against us.......foxy devils......we men have no chance.......from the word go its their game and their rules....all of which we tend to break....... alas don't hate the player....hate the game.. hate the game......... i wonder if there were any women willing to be played rather than play...... but there are players among us...... the perfect hunter..........(most of which them tend to swim upstream...miss-use of talent)............well to the players....cheers...to the played......join the club.
.............the best line of most comedies is when the men get drunk and say..........aagh who needs women..........hello we do......rite here....a world without women......well peaceful it might be.... less emotions.......but then we'd be on the verge of extiction....... men can't survive alone......but reaserchers say women can.......and no extiction for em....cause all down to our cryogenically frozen lil swimmers.....and there's be a thrivin civilization. in the insect and the animal world.... men get used.......and then eaten!!!! thank god for our female.......the worst thing that would happen is a random progectile........for that i am glad.......and for that cheers to all women...... well most atleast


........which planet am i from? waht am i doin here......

my first gig.......

well laddies and lass'......i have scored......hit the home run......and not in a sexual way(well not this particular instance)....i have what most ppl would call an openin into the photography world.....some how seeped my way thru this tini wini crack.......a crack docent undermine the ppl i work for........hey it's not like i'm DnG pic man.......but hey its and opportunity to show off my talents and keep my fingers crossed......i have but the slightest problem...i'd never done "topic" photography....by which i mean i had a subject........scarfs.......stop laughing.....ok stop now.....no really even that grin.........do it.......ok........now.....i had to catalogue for scrafs.......pretty hard.... no trickery involved......no modification.....basically make the looker turn into a buyer...... pressure is the word i'd say i'll prefer.....i had expectations to exceed not just do a good job....but aspiring yet talented......i want them to pat me on the back.......for to grow one must earn respect.......thats what i aim for......and want......but with only dupatta's.........don't mean to sound crude......but thats what the are...."onna"..."dupatta"........i had second thoughts.....i need inspiration.......where better than in nature..........two sticks and i was off.........and the lights....... the camera the tripod and a bloke with somthing to prove.....the session was intence.......sweaty.....but calming.........i huffed and puffed.........and at 3 i finished....... heres a peek i whould like to know your thoughts.....tell pll......tell pll's ppl.........ideas are welcome and acknowledged...........but do cheer me on.....even if they suck.............good night and god speed