"my status"

....to some its been quite a wait..........sorry for not bloggin for so long....... but its safe to say that the past few weeks have been a fucked up whirlwind of chaos and i lost my phone.....not to mention my car's battery opted to burn out and short without tellin me........and then my keyboard......seesh......bhutera mairi...... but as usual i am still live and kicking....... had planned an outrageous trip...... no thought no money......just a destination and a long lost fool.......and some more........ sigh...how i wish i had teleportation powers......but then i'd waste that too by makin frequent visits to places men aren't allowed......what a bonus...lol......
now i have this lingering thought over my head...... i might end up goin to spain and portugal...... end o july...... but the question is is it for businesses or for pleasure........ either way i need moolah... lots of it........i got another phone.......its sexy when its off......... other wise yuk yuk....... its 9mm slim..... which is good sleek and well fm aache....... the no. is same.....so ppl i have lost all your numbers..... so do msg me sayin who you are......so that i can start savin em again........ aah... attended an annoproshon...... the reception was at grain o salt.........sanjeev ma ki aankh kapoor's joint........i have to say.........the food was terrible..... lots of left over..... being the good Samaritan i am...... got my aunt to pack half o the leftover and give em to me..... free food... na bola jaye na........ but any ways i brought it home....and tweaked with the bland dishes and finally made them edible........."maggi hot and sweet" jindabad......the bengali mans savior........so bottom line i cook betta than the punks mr kapoor hired to run his joint.........hmph....
then yesterday cooked somthing outta the blue......started out to be a chinese stirfried thingy.... then got hold o some lemon grass god knows how old........added some rum.....ho ho ho......a staple ingredient in most o mi dishes....and the sad part is i don know what i did after that.......total time taken was abt 20 mins...... and total time to finish....( me and sam).........7mins and 20 seconds..... so i'd say t was goooooooood.... kintu kichu mone nei...... so sad...next time banate jabo.... puro chakma taste hobe...... i think its time to start writin down mu recepies.... who know if i need em later on...... the only "consistent" dish i can make is "rum and cashew".....the base ie......and the meat can vary........ it took me 3 months to come up with that name......well actually they are the only who things that stay constant.........nun o kintu "nun and rum" dosen't have a ring to it.....

so from now on i state rules for mi casa

no.1.............. you bring meat...me cook
no.2.............. if want good food........bring vodka for me
no.3.............. if you want vodka too......bring for yourself
no.4.............. i cook you...... cut veggies............that about sums it up.........
oh yeah almost forgot....
no5........... chele ra hole after meal smoke dite e hobe......meye ra hole....."kiss the cook"... i gota get me one o those aprons.......so that i make things crystal clear........

"living" alone

living alone.....i always thought was over-rated.....but believe you me.......i was mistaken.... i put living in quotes cause i imply on the criteria that living alone doesn't include livin in a PG or a rented flat...... living alone to me means....taking care of your own house..... yes i have my own house..... well lets say dad had to give it to me to get another cause the law states that in salt lake one salaried man can own only one house....... so to curb this obstacle... mi dad "gifted" me the house and got another...... i mean i was overwhelmed and all......but then you should have read the legal documents that were prepared.......it started of like...." i rana roy, happily present this house to my eldest son rishi roy out of goodwill and love..........yada yada yada....".... i had to sign on hte papers as well....so i started to read...... but with the high level o bullshit in that 8 page gift... i couldn't bare.... the first five lines i couldn't read with a straight face...... so i look at dad.... and i am like......you sure abt this??.... "just sign the bloody papers".... dad said whilst grinnin...... i signed the papers..... went to one of many bhawans in salt lake got finger printed......signed some more..... and thats the last i saw o those papers....... it was only after mom and dad left that i understood what had happened..... i had "rights" to the house......but all the documents proving so were with mi dad........ aaah ki murgi hoyechi.....l0l...... and hten dad's like..... " you actually thought that i was givin hte house to ye??"..... i was like " yeah"....... dad's like " yeah rite........"....we both laughed.... i had no reason to complain.... he did leave his car behind.... i guess thats the gift i really wanted and well i do "own" the house..........
when i say house i mean a 2 bedroom....2 bathroom......dining-cum-living room........ and neighbors....... pesky nosy and gossipin neighbours....... the first thing mom told me before leavin was not to have girls in the house...... i was like "huh"..... i am 22 and do have a lotta female friends...... i mean c'on.... so i debated with my mother and agreed that no female acquaintances would stay the night....how ever innocent it may be...... its not that she didn't trust me...... she didn't to some extent..... i mean..not that i blame er........ but she didn't want rumors to spread..... which was true..... the ppl in the flat do have this tendency of "thori si baat mein mirch masala".. but then what mom didn't know wouldn't hurt her i told miself..... see i have been a "thief" so to speak since i was born.... i have many ways of finding loop-holes and taking full advantage..... and i am good at that..... i lie so much and so efficiently these days that i sometimes scare myself...... and because o this i have to keep track o what i am sayin and when...... and that aint no piece o cake..........so anyways.... right after they left....... i did have a hard time settlin down.... the first few weeks i lashed out.....i had freedom at last....then realized that that wasn't enough... coming home to an empty....dark and cold house was pretty scary and well was gettin fed up with it....... i had friends come over.... all the time don get me wrong...... but when its 2 in the mornin and you can't sleep......alone is the last thing one needs to be.... see when i am alone i tend to flash thru all the stuff i fucked up in/at am fucking up..... the list is endless and well no matter how hard you try to change the topic in your head.....it still comes back.....
then mi granny came over.......which i thought was goin to be an utter disaster....cause she's this sweet and small control freak......... but when she came over she seemed to have changed.... she joked around..... cooked and well gave me my "space".........or a woman who used to go thru mi pockets and keep tabs on me........she really changed....... she respected my privacy... i mean i felt really bad when i closed the door for the first time to light a smoke......and a good 15 mins later smell o ciggy still merkin in the room ....... she'd come sniff and say nothing...... then i learned that she had been tutored by mi mom and uncle to let me be......... but being told to do something and doing in are to totally different things.... who wud have seen this comin lol....... everyone still asks me if she drives me crazy....and seemed astonished to hear me sayin no.... she does drive me crazy but in a good way...... i mean she is the only family i have around..... seemingly she's a hit with my friends...... holds highest esteem for mosh ( understandably so) and then nunku.........for which i have no explanation...... i guess we understand each other cause we know what it is like to be alone..... never have we discussed the matter but i guess its a mutual understanding...... and well with the fiasco that came with my family moving to chicago(for ppl who know.....and for the ppl who don't lets just say it was by far the hardest and toughest time in my life)..... everyone had this new found respect for me...... everyone started to treat me like an adult...... which was like wow........ ppl talked to me abt things they were scared abt and asked for my advise..... it may seem simple enough......but when someone 3times your age asks advise from me, well lets say its a tad unexpected....... but with dad and mom gone "the live wire of all family occasions"...... i and my uncle were give the task to create a fun and relaxing atmosphere.......... i mean it was easy for unc to do....but me jokin around with dadu's and dida's...... and succeeding...... it meant a lot to me...... i mean i attended two of my uncles wedding...those relation wise uncles and age wise dada's...... everyone was scared cause without mom and dad..... the "vibe" couldn't be rite...... which was true....... i realized........i am not the only one who miss em..... but then i am my mama's boy..... but then there was like father like son....... dad was the "fokkorbaaj".....and mom added the "zest".... and i had a bit o both ..... well a lotta both actually..... so everyone saw a new rishi roy...and were highly impressed.... and since i am the eldest in the next lot....ie generation wise...... they have all started to conspire a wedding for me...... i first thought they were jokin......but now am shit scared..... dad upon hearing this... was elated...... he too wants me married off...... calls me up to check the status now and then..... sheyana maal........ nije pheseche tai aamake o phasanor chestaye......... (n.b. when you make this kinda remark.....make sure you mom ain't around)........ mine wasn't around ..... but then dad was all the more happy to convey my message to mom....... thus i lost the most crucial supporter.... who also now is up for my wedding....... shhesh...... when you think things can't go more wrong...
the idea o marriage scares the shit outta me..... i can't even take care o miself..... let alone another......was that a chauvinistic remark....... din't intend it to be....... just shit scared i guess.... i mean if i fuck up now......which i will...it'll only effect me........ but knot= no fuck ups.......
yeah like i can do that.............. i just have a lot on my mind rite now......and with all the expectations others have suddenly developed for me...... i feel sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fuckin scared.......ohh....to cloud myself up and and forget is the only way i can deal with all this.........i am a 23 ol dude with a cat........ that about sums up my life.......
eta ki chronic depression.............ja sala...... i am to young to give a shit......... what better way to forget and look the other way................ i rest in my solitude with smoke and dust....... listening to music......forget i must

when you have lots o time and nothing but the net!

Your Band Name is:

The Cultivated Hussies

Band Name Generator

yeah baby...................

Your Taste in Music:

90's Alternative: Highest Influence 90's Rock: Highest Influence 80's Rock: High Influence 90's Pop: High Influence Adult Alternative: High Influence

How's Your Taste in Music?

there were no blues bands..........highest influence!!!!

You Are Emerald Green

Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you. Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show. People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate. But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.

What Color Green Are You?

....double deep sigh!!! true

Your Movie Buff Quotient: 80%

You are a total movie buff. Classics, blockbusters, indie favorites... you've seen most of them. Your friends know to come to you whenever they need a few good DVD rental suggestions.

Are You a Movie Buff?

......i guess this is a good thing

On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$271,741

At What Price Would You Sell Out?

thats a lot.......lol

You Are 20% Left Brained, 80% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

i like cats.!!!!

There's a 34% Chance That You Need Therapy

You may need therapy, but you're probably doing okay at working out your own problems. In general, you are able to solve any troubles that come up. But there's no harm in talking to a professional.

Do You Need Therapy?

..........................this they got wrong!

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Blind Alchemist. Where You Lived: Ukraine. How You Died: Consumption.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

..............huh......

What Your Hands Say About You

You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills. Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you. Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life. Your emotions tend to be relaxed and uncomplicated. You don't read too much into things.

What Do Your Hands Say About You?

..................hmmm

Your Deadly Sins

Sloth: 70% Wrath: 20% Envy: 0% Gluttony: 0% Greed: 0% Lust: 10% Pride: 0% Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14% You will die with your hand down your underwear, watching Star Trek.

How Sinful Are You?

............still thats where i am headed!!

what is the world comin to...

not being insensitive and all...... but i see everyone fallin apart..... and the thing is.....everyone knows how to get up..... of all things cia is bitchin abt not being cool....lol.... i mean not being cool... jesus..... the mere thought o that revolts me....i mean who cares..... cool is a term.......and an insignificant one at that.....why strive to be cool...... i mean all the cool people i have seen have had flaws........and cool c'on how old are we......10???? theres a story i know...... an african folk lore so to speak..... it tells a tale of a particular snake called the black mamba....... you see.....it thought it was not worthy to be a snake cause all the others had either awsome colours or some special feature which stood out...... so it decided to stay outta the way...aloof.............wanting to be a chameleon... it thought the chameleon had hte best of all weapons....... it had camouflage...it could change as per the demands of the environment........ then he met up with a spittin cobra.... which scared the black mamba at first...... first being that the cobra was a much superior snake (i am not makin this up.....its true.....)...anyways...this cobra was different.......it had an aura of wisdom.....the cobra showed the mamba light(thats when the mamba first shed his skin).....taught it the meaning of existence..... one is built differently so as to add flavour to this black and white world.......everything had purpose and uniqueness.... trees were meant for shade/food/fuel/yada yada........ and finally told him that the chameleon was not that tactful....... it didn't have a identity of its own..... it was like a name without a face........ the mamba (still apprehensive) confided all his questions to the cobra....... the thing was...... the question were many....the answer was one..... belief....faith.... but the mamba refused to believe in these unseen truths cause he had lost them very early........ the cobra had to teach him again that faith is all we need....all we are and its what that gets us through.....the mamba reluctant listened to the ramblings of the cobra.......but once they went their separate ways......the mamba wondered......and dreamt "what if"....... the cobra's jinx had finally caught on.....this "what if"......ensured him that the mamba was pondering on hypothesis after hypothesis for a life worth living........ie sparks of hope(faith/belief) raised in the mamba's heart ...... the venom that the cobra injected finally embedded itself in the veins of the mamba...... slowly but steadily it would succumb to its power....till then the mamba still feverishly fights this growth........its only a matter o time when it will realize....... that this battle he lost a long time ago.....and then only faith will be left..........

------------------------------------the beginning-------------------------------------------

my view of calcutta,,,,,,,,,

a few brave ventured into the depths of calcutta and beyond....
and we only captured teh colours.........if only th smell could have been added....alas


---------------------->picures........ooh calcutta

important notice no.2

for ppl who trust my taste in music....or wanna try it out......d/l this please..... its a friggin gold mine......

http://rapidshare.com/files/28275934/songs.zip.html

and i'd like the feed backs and thanks too..........................
booyah

important notice......

advise for all desktop users......

i have now ofichially dropped my logitech optical mouse abt a 1000 times this past week end...... and guess what...the bloddy still works....... 3 feet clang....and still works......so logitech joy joy kar.......buy it...... it has more lives than a frigging cat....well actually abt 112 cats put together...roughly....so buy it!

the semifinals........

     yes i am a football guy......the problem with cricket is that it has to many friggin commercials( all in favour...say "aye" ) and the sad part is that we indians can play only one game and it cricket....and guess what ....we suck......we sukidy sukidy suck....big time..........fuck look at Serbia & Montenegro Population: (not including Kosovo) 7478820 (2002 Republic census) and  635.000 (respectively) can put up a team in the fifa world cup....where did we go wrong?.....need i mentin india's population?...... too many no. to type......where the fuck did we go wrong.....oh and did i mention...when we did qualify.... the mighty gov. could'nt give 11 pairs o shoes......sub hole change kora jeto.......seeeh.
 well any way....chelsea lost...yippe.......did support liverpool...and now all the way baby.......lol....
 the thing is tht the match reminded me of a similar "intence" match in college....the teams then were bawaal machao snr. and the upcoming bawaals...... the game went to penalties but the result the was different.....the team that should have won.......but if that makes BMFC ...chelsea.....it make me jose mourinho...lol.......minus the attitude.......but the same chor tactics......."we won.......it was difficult....but in the end the better team won...yes"....lol.....
    been very busy theses days....the "official photograher"........ never boast about your skills.... you might get in a fucarious situation.....but hte job does have its perks.....10X optical zoom in the right hand...pointing in the right directions.....does redefine cravesses...... oops MCP :).... but hey.....when you have a licence to shoot might as well take advantage....and therefore i have sinned......felt good though......a song i recently heard sings..." she(he) sold her(his) soul to the devil...but devil sold his soul to god.......before the flood ...before..the blood"....go i suppose i am in hte clear....lol


 so anyway...i had time to get a feng shui "good luk" thngy....and boy do i need shit loads...lol...and sope pics which i took at ccd city center wid mi amigos para tres....and what in star trek trems a "clinGon"... i f ye catch me drift....namely amit....in front of whom i said..."who the fuck is amit you guys keep takin abt?"......when the blatant stares od monty and sudi turned , focused and looked (eyebrows raised".....i realized   who amit was.....and that i was by far in the biggest insolate fool land where ppl are ignorant.........i buried my head in shame....all the time laughtin abt the look on the poor cap's face....and at my complete and utter stupidity.. i did apologize and said the naim in mi head ten times.....but rest assured i'll forget and do a repeat.... i hate when that happens.... lol.... i decided
to show the other folks at ccd with digi cams merrily clickin away the fact of life..... so i took out mi sholng( fuji finepix s9500......drity dirty ppl)......and started to shoot.....with the out fit and hat i was in i did attract attention.....but the sholng did manage to give a cloud of inferiority complex around the area.....the others zipped their tiny pieces as i capped mine and with heavenly rela sipped on my frappe......... size does matter....lol..... well till next time... try this perfume out... amazing..... i thank mom for forggetin to take it...luv ya.....
   toodles