The Same Story-All over again

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It has been two months since  graduated from the college. The result, henceforth the degree wasn't what you call with flying colours but they are not writhing on the surface of the face. But the fact, that I am still unemployed doesn't keep rest in the head and neither takes rest from bugging inside me. And the fact that the surrounding is getting progressive day to day doesn't much to the diminishing law of effect. Yes I ask in the dark of the night; what have I achieved? What was achieved; and barring people who have been always good what have the others, my fiends and acquaintances, have achieved?

Yet here I am at the break of a new day, waiting for opportunities to lay up to my door step. Hoping to bag one. And y mind chuckles. As if to say,"You know you ain't gonna do one like that." I shut him up. Stupid brains and the realities. I have passed 23 springs on this planet and frankly speaking i have many complains.Or do I search for something to rant about to hide my un-achieved dreams...? tough lines. Thin lines that separate such diverse areas of psychology. Blurred lines.

But I guess I will move on. After all, ain't the sun gonna come up tomorrow?

After all unemployed engineers we are...Right.

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Education and the MYTHS......

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First a chair then a broken handle from the sofa. Then a pot with the tree as the handle. And finally the lees of anger finally oozed out as a computer came crashing. By then the other comrades of this vandalism had done their needful and finally, the police, supposed to do something (all forgot what...) showed some movement and they were actually trying to save the gheraoed terrified creatures that were, once in a blue moon, called teachers.(One among them was also called Principal.... Students in years to come may have a hard time placing the crown of respect on these people.) Anyways the police finally remember they have a duty and so they shake a leg, rescues the already dying poor creatures from the dead tired party of over enthusiasts, mostly parents (how??!!!)

For many who were living on Mars (literally) I am just narrating the ordeal that took place just days back with principal Helen Sircar of Christ Church girls school being tormented. Trial is on and many have been captured but at what cost. The girls' death was obviously something to mourn but this way??!!

It brings me to the question...When will we recognize the borders? Where to stop and what not to do with people that are epitome of prestige.... Simply unanswerable. Just as this shit takes over the newspaper and is condemned strongly JU students gherao teachers and demands ragging punishment rethink. I don't know enough to comment but what the f*** is this...

When brains are replaced by brawl, we know logic takes backseat and the society crumples. It's pathetic to even think how we can threaten some people who have at one point tried to enlighten us with education. The same stuff that differentiates us with those barbaric animals whose behavioral aspect adorned the people who attacked the school.And I find myself in a vulnerable spot. What to look at and what to discard when anarchy befalls on this society I am living in.

Seriously people; we are going down.....

SHIT!!!!! It's PUJA , man................

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Lord Vishwakarma has paved the way and Mother Goddess Durga is coming in less than a month. Bengal and Bengalis are obviously on roll as their favorite season is  knocking on the door and if enjoying is the case, if celebrating is concerned, anywhere that has a hint of Bengali odor; be it Kolkata's Beniatola lane to Birmingham and Suruchi Sangha to San Francisco, not a petal of excitement is amiss. As the biggest franchises and clubs or associations hardly take a breath in this getting ready time lets talk about the darkness that dons below the lamps.

The sound decibel limit has been extended not to mention the unrestricted use of crackers in some parts of the city and everywhere the Puja is celebrated; not taking into account  the ailing, babies or people who may have problem with it. The latest inventions up this alley are nothing near to happiness or celebrations of light and sound. As the flavor of the season rises, we tend to forget the fine line between sound and noise. Our Puja and my Puja. Who cares? It's Puja , man.

The liquors and the alcohols have a free run as the seasoned drinkers and prolific 'rich' wash up their happiness with a little spirit of the Puja. The rest 'Kawra-baji' or the circus that follows after that are hard to wash up with anything and the pain stick to those people's asses who have nothing to do with. Not with those people, not with the locality. And sometimes not with the Pujas even. but who cares? It's the Puja, man.

The bikers are the most anticipated evil that needs to be recruited to the position of the 'Mahisasur'. The free run, drunk traffic guards, happy constables and Traffic sergeants always happy to receive small amounts of bounty never turn their asses to those crushing crashing and bashing the streets in the  'high-spirits'. The complains fall to deaf ears and the troubles fall on pedestrians. But who cares? It's Puja , man.

The noise of people talking and crackers bursting drown the voices of other evils taking place in this very heart of the city. The acts that are not supposed to happen to people. That are not supposed to happen to anybody. Drugs are spread, kidnapping is high, child labor increases and accidents in the form of  both vehicular as well as social occur too much. Rapes and molestation are side effects and what not to say. It seems that some peoples celebrations become bother people's night mare and the onus lies on us but we are too busy spiking our hair with gel to see whether some are even smiling or not. It's not my brutal intention to glum the enjoyment. After all when we enjoy the traders awaits customers, while we move pandal to pandal addas to addas, the drivers and cab-owners  keeps the city moving and the Police and the doctors; all those people who deserve a salute for staying apart from the family in the festive season for their duty. If so much toil goes into making the descend of mother Goddess into her arty abode smooth; isn't it our duty to  complete the cycle.
But yet we fail every year at our resolution to be a better man. A better person. And when we, if ever notice something not in order we choose to ignore. Why? IS it because it  does not belong to us or because there are other people who belong to the same responsible circle to set things in order? Nothing. No answers. Yet when everything ends and it's time to think about the next year we don't swear on being a better man. But we shout, as Goddess Durga is immersed into the water, '' Asche Bocchor abar hobe.." That it would happen next year. Same thing no change. We don't learn from mistakes. We don't learn from past. And the only questions left by the blank stares of the victims of celebrations are met with only one answer. It's Puja, man.

Then how can we spread the happiness.
How can we bring equality? And how can we celebrate the festival; when while one awaits the moments, somewhere a tearful eye sighs...

SHIT!! It's Puja, man.

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Happy Halloween...AAAAAaaaa!!!!!!...

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Hello my lovely Zombies and priceless ghouls, wish you a howly and shrieking Halloween. Friday the thirteenth is here again and as the streets are flooded with little monsters knocking on your door "Trick or Treat" (Probably not anywhere in India but somewhere sure) once again my mind conjures up a curiosity with no valid real life significance; yet since it's my mind and given the current status I haven't lost it lets see what it serves. Well the conundrum seems to be that ghosts or spirits depending on whether you're alcoholic or non alcoholic; exist, no doubt. Some may argue other may flee but no one can prove that it does not belong.No one can prove that this things are only hallucinations or stories cooked up to scare away children, although the case seems curious-er that way. Indeed they are not to be seen everywhere but they are omnipresent and what my mind asks is that why if these things scare, do in the name of fresh hell we celebrate and long for this things? Do we wish to die? or is it such that we humans love to challenge anything that beyond us without caring for the consequences?

Yes, needless to say that how much of scared are we in real life of this extra terrestrial sorts of concept we do love to fondle the subject in expectations of that eerie adventure that devoid itself from our day to day life. This moth like attraction to what seems to be a burning topic makes me inquisitive. Too. I must admit keep distance from any such thing that even comes near to SCARY, let alone be one. And as such in all my college life have barred myself from watching movies like SCARY movie, SAW, Hostel, Wrong Turn or the BOLLYWOOD nuances on this subject. Nightmares and sweaty dreams (mind you sweaty..not any other forms of wet...." keep me awake in the deep of the night and alone is not the state I want to be in a a dark shadowy room after having seen a gruesome murder or a spine chilling laughter. So better not see it. But many of my mates seem to enjoy. And it keeps e baffled.

Also knowing nothing as such happens or exists, I see people still likes the idea of being scared. Vikram Bhatt, one of the established pro director of Bollywood in this genre; incidentally whose movie "HORROR STORY" releases today (And I am not watching obviously) says that stuffs have happened with him and the incidents have partially, if not totally left him wanting to work on this subject. I think it's just a good promotional strategy but then it's not unlikely that something DIFFERENT have happened or is happening in this world with someone or the other at every time. UFOs, Werewolves, moving shadows (man it's creeping me out even to write about it) what not be scared of in this world.

Anyways I don't now why it interests some persons I am not sure but it does have a ring to the idea of some one appearing from the behind of the curtain with a steel knife or  a silhouette of the face on the glass windows... Why are the dogs howling....?  Maybe  tonight... it's just as bad as other night or a bit badder,  the night is getting chilly. What ever you do just stay inside. Ok... you never know.

Happy Halloween guys..

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9/11; The day it was, the day it is.

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 Today is just like any other day. Any other moment isn't different from the moments  anyone  passed today. You wake up from sleep, hit the newspaper. Drink eat go office watch T.V. nope, nothing different. The day that passed, the day that is about to come are all the very same from today. Or is there something?

9/11. Twelve years ago probably the greatest massacre, the biggest destruction in the history of the world and America took place that can only be compared to massive destruction like Jew concentration camps or holocaust. The twin towers of America were the pride of the country and although process is on to rebuild something like that, nothing could bring back the essence of the past years that it represented. Averting political and socio theories, suffice to say it was something that was a loss in every sense of action. And it took many precious lives too. It will be many centuries that people will dread this accident and it is perhaps this accident that many is facing consequences till now.

The date is shivered all over the country and it's black day for numerous people all over the planet. A day of death and destruction but for India, perhaps it set a new track record today. The accused for the Kamduni Rape victim are to be sentenced and there is going to be a trial. A fair trial. What more does they want? What more can we give them? Respect is what they deserved, respect is what we can now only give them. It seems the family of the victim of Kamduni incident is finding solace but along with them all the other victim families here and abroad who have lost some one in this atrocities are finally getting back firm ground beneathe them And to get this verdict today, this news only proved that everything is coming back to good, everything comes back to normal; it's like the circle is getting finally full.

I once  wrote a piece, a poem on the sad incident of not Kamduni but very similar 'accident??!!' that happened in Delhi. The post it was included is 'RIR! Oh Unfortunate.' Hope you'll read it. Just my voice expressing gasped sadness and lapsed opportunities.

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Tall Tales of Woes...2

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Yes after a quite make that quiet, gap; here I am. These days I don't even know what I do. life seems to be on a n unknown trajectory and a one hell of a ride, that's for sure. I think sometimes what if the opportunities that laid on my way would have tasted. But lamenting is not going to bring back all those lost tides at bay. SO I look forward to life and take a step, once at a time. In this frivolous times, one can really get lost.

But more importantly, lost or not, if you don't watch your step you can get splashed. Yeah especially if you are in Kolkata. The famous moon-craters have really bugged, shitted and beat the hell out of me. And my trousers. Yes, if the potholes on the streets resembles anything, it is the those of the moon. And the rains add a bit of panache with those extra jiggling sending the dirt water into a slimy dancing shit mode hitting cars and pedestrians alike.You look that way, they are there; you look this way they are there. It's horrendous. The jam is the effervescence  of the streets, here in Kolkata and the passing of the day ensures your maturity oif the LIC for your family to enjoy. You have to take the life in your hands and literally stop caring about returning home in full. Accidents are like, oh-so-common incidents now.

And then to top it all I watched a movie. ZANJEER. Yes supposedly the remake of the great AB starrer but it's not even near the poster of the film. I should have listened to the critics and avoided the constipated Ram Charan and dialectic-ally wrong PC.. Hope no one makes a remake that is inspired by Zanjeer- the 2013-wala dud. I plan to watch more movies and will return with the reviews.

The life has changed. Just last year we were all sitting in the college campus enjoying the moments and now I sit alone, not even knowing what my friends are doing. I guess, life's just a mess.You agree?

Anyways, it always feels nice to dump my innerself before the world, before people who take time to read and understand the feelings. It's so nice to get back here.

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