back

so i be back from malda
it went well, not as bad i expected
a sister is getting married, the count down is on again
saw the time ticking, old people getting older
a whole week without internet :) more importantly farmville
india has really been hit by draught
global warming is catching up
the heat this time around was just unbearable, to the point that ac's in mud houses was seriously discussed, as in seriously no joke, sounds funny but honest
pictures i will put up as i settle in again
the future for paton seems grim, no new faces
old ones are quickly dispersing quickly
one good thing is friends are welcome, and have come in the past
everyones changed, in a good way
or maybe i just grew old
mama'r shamne diye mod er jogar, sigh, and i don drink only
smoking up on a field next to a batch of banana trees stinking from the fertilizer
actually not being able to count the no. of stars in the sky
to almost seeing other galaxies
playing 29 with the kirton ppl and the boli man
unknown people calling me "bhagnay", and many toothless smile
awestruck by the awesomeness of the zippo
someone told my sister, bhagnay nei, theek jomche na
heh, sigh
this is the only thing that is certain
every year, it going to happen, with or without you
but the end does loom, its scary
i want my children to experience this
its a reality check,
for all those who bunk it, its a huge huge loss, jack asses
but then there are those who'd chop off their hands just to be here but still can't
this is my Christmas, my thanks giving, onam, rath yatra, ganesh chaturthi, kali puja, holi, this is my festival. my time to get back to my roots, and give adda with the people who ideally should be your friends your family, your close ones. time to get back to all the missed opportunities, mending bad ones. its my time. my time to spend countless hours in the pond