sticks and stones

well i just realized that i have a threshold....... and lemme light up to get into the writing mode..................(chick......flame....drag...exhale) and we'r off

by far i am more peeved rite now than i have ever....and i am what you call a passive guy......i do have a short temper but rarely do i burst and hold a grudge.... i have done lots of things in my life....pretended to be bad so that it makes it easier on the other.... made a fool outta myself just for laughs and chocolates..... which unfortunately haven't recieved yet..... been myself.... been somebody else... but most importantly been there for people who i believe in.....and the same has been true.... ppl i didn like so much stood by me in my time of need (not excluding the near and default)......there have been lots of "versions" told of me...... but remarkably one a few were meant to harm.... harm big time tho.......but the fact remains a few.... people who know me will always stand at my side (unless i do kill some one and csi's in town for their next season)..... the question remains ' he must have done something to deserve all this '............... honestly tho t have done very few a people in that list a favor and he other i just talk to...... its what i am ...its what i do........talking........if india's independence had come ...ohh say about.....it never being taken over and flourishing on its own.....i'd be the guy on "thank you for smoking"......talking people into anything..... i have that power.......prolly not as refined but pretty goddayng close to it..... so when some one call's a bore............. sheesh... thats where draw the line...... boring me ... like fuck no.... won't accept it.... uh uh.....[mossad to cia.......sarkar and the other movie.....vin diesel .....traini *wink wink*]

i hate to say it.... i think i gotta pull another nag!

now i'll go watch the "ellen degeneres show"..... she cracks me up......and like me...she ain't borin!!! %#$#$@^%

snigger snigger

the funniest thing happened today....although i had to contain my laughter for mere formality or prolly an inappropriate timings sake. see i happened to pass by the local drug store.......ie oshud'er dokan aka chemist aka medicine shop ( i dunno if all this if for you all or for my conscience :P) so anyways....the same old store with the same old ppl......claim to have seen me grow up.....although i never protested but i mean dude the shops like in another block... so the thing is with these "heritage" stores is that ppl who they know get served the last.......because of the information the have to gather....what i have been up to...what i do did will do......yada yada yada.... i ean i just got a cold....gimme the pills already......15 minutes pass by as you narrate the name again and again to the same damn question...."what'd you want again?"...that too by three different ppl......the result...and unexpected i'd say a 7.5'er walks in... me finally felt like being salvaged from a prosenjit movie tried discreetly to gauge the lady...the usual "casual" glance......the lady kinda with a flustered look but like she's done it several times asks for "sanitary napkins"...... the temperature alloa sudden dropped....the men behind the desks ; they alloa sudden start bumping into each other... the "napkin's" from what i cud make out were lurched up on the highest counter...a whole bunch o em....thanks so some of my past experience (grusome tho it may have been and thats all i am sayin)...i kept mi composure......the oldest and the most frail of the lot pulls out a sliding ladder with some difficulty.....staggers all the way up top and the looks back....."what you want again(loudly)"...... (for all those who are familiar with "coupling"....the giggle loop started.......the lady sneered back the brand name (brand name with-held for security's sake).......the guy turns and peers at the diif labels......to turn back again to say...."we gotta pack of 6...a pack of 8........blah blah......which one ye fancy....(i thinks everyones gettin hooked to this word)"......the gurl in all her dismay says any one......see at this point i am doin my best not let out a snigger.........but the story don't end here now does it.... the dude looks back at the girl....with utter conviction in his eyes and passionately try to endorse another "cheaper" but "still the same"......yeah like he'd know.........this was like the hardest test for me.... i mean.. i forgot about my pills......they never knew what i wanted and this girl.......this poor girl wrong place wrong time.......the look on her face was well red....anger/shyness who cares.....reality show at its best.....she finally ended all the fun and firmly stoob by what she wanted....the man ...losing the comission battle brings the pack down.... the she didn't want a bag....saw that one coming.......paid the man....and vamonos andare andare ariba ariba.....like speedy gonzalez..she was gone.... and my story ended....still without my pills....i as firmly as she did demanded the pills once again...i payed for them.....and finally laughed all the way home...weird people.......and i ain't alone!

infiltration

holy cow_eth the no. o ppl who read my sad story are so friggin many....them sadist lot.... get a life....and lemme blog mine...... else leave comments on good it is... jeesus.... a little thank you for those amazing pictures...or wow...inspiring...deep... just read and leave.....arr ip trackker lagabo.....(for those who can't understand bengali..... solid pond e debo...khilli hochhe saala.......dhorbo)

sheesh

i bought a sound card....and waddya know... it burnt......... so today i went to change it.....was supposta have a meal at oly... but there's never only a meal...... i chugged down 4 pegs o vodka...... with the steak..... and well..hic.... got sloshed! 4 pegs.... sheesh..... boyesh hochhe..... anyways..... somehow got to chadni....had to understand why the bloody thing aint covered if it get burnt...... that took 15 mis to register..... and now am at home.... with a full pack o smokes and no means of lightin em...... minus the stove.... sheesh....irony.....so full of irony....there are 2 zippo's .... somewhere in the house..... but i dunno where to start..... just down rite lazy i guess.....

i aint complainin.............fred durst and depp........... shhhhhh moment of silence!

tribute to : undercover brother

Undercover Brother: Hi.
Conspiracy Brother: "Hi"? What you mean "hi"? Like "high yellow wanna be white"? "High" like the *white man* wants to keep us? Wait, you don't smell any weed on me, do you?
Undercover Brother: Brother, when you get a minute, could I get a list of the words that trigger these fits?





Undercover Brother: Are you telling me there really is a Man'?
Conspiracy Brother: What do you think? Things don't just happen by accident! Sometimes people - mostly *white* people - make things happen!
Undercover Brother: So the conspiracies we've believed for all these years are true? The NBA really did institute the three point shot to give white boys a chance?
Conspiracy Brother: Of course!
Undercover Brother: Then the entertainment industry really *is* out to get Spike Lee?
Conspiracy Brother: Come on man! Even Cher's won an Oscar! Cher!
Undercover Brother: Then O.J. really didn't do it?
[Everyone looks away and mumbles]




Sistah Girl: Undercover Brother, Conspiracy Brother
Conspiracy Brother: Hey, how ya doin.
Undercover Brother: Good mornin!
Conspiracy Brother: Good morning? Get on the desk, spy in the building! Spy...
Undercover Brother: Don't touch the fro!
Conspiracy Brother: Back up off me man!
Undercover Brother: Back up off me!
Conspiracy Brother: Let me tell you something about the word "good," brotha. Good is an ancient anglo-saxon word, go-od, meanin the absence of color. I.E. it’s all good, which it is, OR Good Will Huntin', meanin, "I'm Huntin' Niggas!" So when you say good morning, what your telling me is "I'm gonna kill yo black ass, first thing in the mornin'!"

the sly but not so sly

i'll justify the title pretty soon...but theres something i need to get out. i have been braggin about the camera so much that last nite it hit me....what if i can't do justice to it.... ie if i am not worth it.... it did cost a shit load of money.....and again all some how smoothly taken from daddy dear.... but the thought struck me..... shit this is a friggin professional camera....... the real deal..... i have to take care of it...... nojor e rakhte hobe and now everyone will except that dude witha camera like that shud be good......fuck there it is...another expectation...... i gotta get serious now..... "serious"... see thats a word that i never payed heed to...... but all thats gonna change..... cause there's no excuse now..... dude i got the camera......now i must deliver.......seeesh i just hope the friggin thing ain't that complicated...... there are more buttons on it than i have on my keyboard!
but i believe.....i shall conquer... pati camera diye jodi bhalo chobi tui.....Dslr e te aaro bhalo hobe (i think)...... anyways how difficult can it be...... camera cholar jonne battery chai.....chalanor jonne "in-tune" handler chai.....and in-tune for me is like 2-3 huffs and puffs away...... so i believe it won't be that difficult..... and the idea of workin out whilst takin pictures is good..(size of the camera....shibu'r o complex hobe)....heh eh ............ anyway all of a sudden mi heart filled with hope and warmth.....optimism is my worst enemy.........so anyway....i am the kinda son that has "promise" but then never quite delivered it....... and the mere thought of dad gettin me a 1000 buck camera........ somehow shows me that they still have faith..... i dunno how or why....but they still believe........ we take em for granted.....but serious for me they a blessin.... i mean minus the isd jhars and family politics.........and the stories of my "fuck-ups" always being told when ever i do something wrong....... in the midst of all that.... i can't hold a grudge...... simply can't and i thank god......who's never listening....... for them....i just hope this last time i'll proveth miself.......


anyways the title has to be justified......
we bengali have been known to posses a sweet tooth..... i have worked long and hard to put a leash around that habit........but yesterday as i was turning in bed all i could think was the "mihidana" i bought 2 days ago...... the fresh orange orange tiny balls of sweetness..... its our sweet caviar...... after 15 mins of contemplation i finally got up..........the room was dark...and didn't have mi glasses on...... i probe my hand around in recognition of the way that leads to the fridge...... i stumble onwards....as i open the fridge..... i stepped on some thing....."squish" thats the vibe my neuron took to my brain...... so my first reaction was "fuck....bhaat....bhaat onek bhaat .........." and since dida don't have bhaat at raat...... so suspects needed......i was the sole culprit....... i went to get the jharu and nakra....... "Entho" ...........sheesh the complications......but before i actually went off to clean the mess up...... a flash of thoughts appeared in my head....
* abot 1/2 an hour ago i heard dida come near mi door go to the bathroom and open the fridge*.... still engulfed in darkness.... i brused my hand against the floor....so as to pick up the squished "bhaat".....well i picked a lot up..... jei light on korlam.......chakmaaaaaaaaa bhat ain't orange...... bhaat ain't sweet...... chaakma.......then it struck me.....smooth criminal........ with a mihidana trail leadin to her bed room .....i followed (2:45am).... i see dida comfortably inside her moshari...... and black and white uttom and suchitra on the tv......and dida intently watchin.....
i go up and say ...."ki go ghumabe na??".........she responds... "yeah....after this movie....really good one".......... then i said....outta the blue..."mihidana khabe?"...... all of a sudden all attention was given to me......dida stuttered "na......eto raate...??!!! and emi te e mihi dana aamar bhalo lagena"............to which i couldn't contain my laughter.......a "pffffff" came out....dida o muski dinus...... i walked back thinking....one day i'll be in that bed...... watchin movies....and not coverin my mihidana trail........he he......i love her......so sweet and gullible.........smooth criminal.....not so smooth tho....he he.....i love old ppl......they'r like kids with a conscience...

and this is for all the cat haters.....how can you hate this furball?????....

BFG

*drum roll*

ladies and gentle ppl...........i now present the newest addition to th mossad's artillery..... the canon rebel xti....... with 75mm-300mm tele(maki ankh)photo lens


























boooyah!

mosh

aaj ki shyam mosh ke naame....chele likhte pare....and shuru o kore che...... people.... this side of the story is much more brutal...in more ways than one.... welcome


cheers!

tremors.....

last night i discovered another class of snorers.... the silent kind.......i was a meter away (huge ass bed) .......but there were no sounds.......no irritating rumblings........ there was something worse... vibrations.....and the rock hard bed was amplifying the tremors. i put me mp3 player on...... so as too snooze to the music......but alas the batteries went out........ and there was nothing but then silent snore....... then so as to drift my attention else where i was tryin to listen to the rain dripping outside.......the clap of thunder.....the flashes of light..............and waddaya know .... ghum ure bhut... i thought i go and take a stamina stick....to loosen the nerves a wee bit so as to drift back to sleep... but din't wanna get up...... legs hurt.....back hurt.....the whole idea of gettin up and rolling another one seemed a bit too much of work......... so i lay there......stared at the darkenss for a while all the time tryin to count the sheep.......never works......some how drifted off to sleep.......
did i happen to mention that yesterday was calcutta's first "real" thunder and rain special...... to there i was....on the roof..... with some one else's camera trying to capture the lightning........ first attempt.....90 pics....... 1/100 of a sec shutter speed continuous photography..... i got one shot... that to blurry....... one friggin shot....... sheesh..... that too outta focus.....
i had to take a a lotta pics for a catalog me is workin on...... it seemed to be a very frightful scene cause i was runnin out of ideas........and along came honu........ ekta beer and a stick....... he was full of ideas...... wrong-right...and some of them down right daft.... kintu what i thought would have taken 5 hours we got done in one and a half......... all in the catalyst.....all in the catalyst!
soem of the pictures were amazing and some weird..... but alls well that ends well i say........ then the night came..... the camera flashed again....... whats with me and a camera.....

OCEAN'S 13 Is Like Perfect, Well-Timed Sex!!

..... the title i took from some where.....but by far is the most apt title i could find.....13 was awesome..... and if i may be as bold to say i liked it best.... unfortunately there were no julia robert's or Cz jones..... kintu kottha hobe na........ and to think matt damon finally grows up....
"i'll see ya when i see ya"......kotha hobe na........ kintu oi oprah scene....... like wow..... i nearly fell off the seat laughin..... real life e emni jonogon hole ki mosti hoto..... he he....

have to give director Soderbergh credit for getting a fairly subdued performance out of Al Pacino, whose volume rarely gets above normal conversational levels. The only thing scarier that a dangerous man screaming is one who isn't, and that's how Pacino plays Bank. Of course the film gets silly and outrageous, but that's part of its charm. It makes the ridiculous seem plausible and even preferable. I know that Soderbergh and Co. have said they made this film to make up for any shortcomings the last one may have had, and that they wanted to go out on a high note. If that's the case, mission accomplished.

But this is one of the few franchises I would love to see continue. Every element of this movie works in perfect unison with every other. It's like watching a well-choreographed dance routine or having perfect, well-timed sex. OCEAN'S THIRTEEN is as carefree as it is ambitious, and its nearly two-hour running time flies by in an instant. When it's over, you'll find yourself desperate for more. All sequels should try this hard to be great.

well i give is 5 thumbs up!

rum an some fun.......

this is a slight insight in on how crazy i am......... not 5 hours ago i ranted how good it was too have company....hic.... well guess what....itsh ash good ffun when oure alone too...hic..... well thats not who happy i am.... i am more....he he....ie i can interpret thish he he.....ie sober enough to write correct english.........hic.....with the minor hic.... yo-ho-ho-ho.....arrrrrr.....(sorry poc dechechi recently)....well anyways...after that post i did me a lil thinkin.... i got the camera......my uncles camera...lol....its his.....so anyways.....stuff....and ample time......sho me got to thinkin....damn hot inside...take cam and go to roof......aye ........ waited till dawn and went clad with camera and water and batteries.....both for the camera and me...and a flask of chillllled water..... hmm.... i get up there and survey........put my hand in to mi pocket..... friskin for a match....which i was "Certain" i had brought........ half pant e jodi 8ta pocket hoye...mairi.....and none o them have the damn strikes.....on the better side i found ninety bucks in tens...... i cursin myself went four flights down agaaain.....made sure to get the strikes this time and took the tripod just in case....hic...... went up agaain...four friggin flights of stairs...... lit up.....and put me 7th sense into motion.... took coupla good pics..... the one in which the big ass jeep stays put and the other passes by kinda reminded me of me........waitin for mi driver to come as the others pass me by....(thats not me talkin....thats the rum......hic.......but you gotta admit...some good ol romantic bull shiit....)..... so anyways.......a few pics of the rain"barren" clouds that taunt us...... my blocks islands picture.........and well now that i am douzed in rum and lighting one in the name of the person who merrily drunk shibu's beer left last time as i look at it now in the freezer..... the same bottle only with the lid on......fuck shibu...he had to leave another bottle...and i hate beer.....hic........

nostalgia

yesh yesh.....we are all a victim.....kalke felt good.... finally had a good time...took mi mind off things.... either that nahole nesha te bhaschilam........ the latter lol..... aah the good time..... all that was need was a crying lil freak....a hairy piece o shit and sap aka jhul....ahh the good ol day....
my head to empty these day.....ki blog korbo?

aami ray charles er ei gaan er version ta shune solid senti hoye gechilam......gaaye kaanta na all... tears were there but didn't drip down....what a though guy!.. shucks

"Somewhere Over the Rainbow"

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

...............................................................................................sniff....deep sigh!

the people

.... never actually had an opportunity to thank them.....well actually prolly had loads o chances but never took em.... people have had a lotta influence on me..... no one will believe me if i say i am a mamma's boy....and i thank her for me being what i am... generally ppl (bengali's) who come from america automatically become snotty and pricks....... but i was just a normal guy....... got admitted to hindi high school......which then became birla high school...... a show of hands if you all ever guessed i was from that school.......... it taught me a lot..........8-12 maru's and gujju's were my best friends....a few bengali's...then came college....... not what i had expected.....but boy was it fun....first dude i met ended up being my best friend....first dudes i fought with became brothers..... the sadistic initiation rituals.......7 in all...... conjured by the 7 in the group.....the sad part was we used all this on ourselves....lol..... then time ran out...ppl went their different ways....... then there were the lot whom i never saw, hte virtual friends...... they did there part...... best things abt virtual friends is that you can tell most of them anything cause they will never actually run into you...but if that happens......there's always enough to drink coffee and laugh over..... i have friends all over the globe..... just in case i land up there...... all of these liaisons are female..... never doubted that....lol....... i mean men don know how to have fun....i admit that.......females are way ahead on the fun department......bah dhus....ki bolchi.... shob meye kinda speaks for itself....... lol...chi chi...... kintu honestly no evil intentions...*trying to keep a staight face*
now 23 years down the line i sit on this chair.....writing about something that i realized a long time ago..... certificates and degrees are just papers.......real lessons are learnt in life.....from people you love...people you hate and people you don know.....for instance......dudh photate diye kono din blog likhte nei.......shaala 4th time in a row i burned all the milk........ ki chaap
jai hok................jai jawan jai kisan
note to premi.........jio premi.......
note to self.........premi'r life miserable kora is a friends duty..... roj pechone lagbi....
note to others......... i need to make a chocolate sponge cake(nije khabo)......need ideas......