Rare achievements and random questions.

Last thursday I had an exam. And it went....ahhhh....thhikthaak. Nothing extraordinary till now, you say?? I couldn't agree more. Ohh, just a small fact. Before the exam I sat tight in a effing library for three goddamned hours and, ummmm, kinda studied(*makes a straight face*). My mother didn't believe a word of this though. But I seriously did it. I did sit there inhaling the highly polluted air(the air in all libraries are, by default). For the first time in my life I spent more than ten minutes in a library. And I went about bragging about it to two people I know. One retaliated "only three hours? so whats the big deal?". Yeah! She hasn't known me long. The other person simply asked "are you alright?" Thats more like it, methinks.



I was walking around the campus this morning with my new camera in my hand. Clicking anything and everything that took my fancy. In the process I clicked the following pic. And I have been lost in thought since then.......



Should I continue with statistics? Or join the above department? Statistics, I am not so confident about. But alcohol studies, I can surely master the subject(*evilish grin*).

Apart from my future career prospects, another question's been haunting me for a few days. What more should I write in my blog? I have tried personal experiences, moral lectures, absolutely over the top cribbings, lame attempts to entertain etc. etc. What else can I try? And I came up with this. I will from now on, write film reviews too! Not all films, mind it. Only the best that there is. And, my next post will be the first of the lot. So, wait till I come back with my review of one of the most intriguing films ever made in India.........................

It was a dark dark place. Suddenly, a light flickered. It wasn't much of a light, though. Still, it bore promises. The wind blew hard at it. The light didn't blow out. It burst into a flame instead. Then it rained. Heavily. For months. The flames didn't die. It broke into a fire. It has been snowing since. The prolonged frigidity has taken its toll. The fire has only got brighter than ever.

And the place has only got darker. Than ever.

Random songs and Tags!

Rules:

1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

I got tagged by pNuTu . I had no idea about this whole "tagging" stuff. Thanks to the lady for guiding me. The whole concept seems to be pure fun. And my grad-student life is too fun-starved to ignore this. Its also a nice way to spend a lazy sunday afternoon. So, fasten your seat belts. Here I go......

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
I can't breathe anymore(David Gilmour) – that's a wonderful start!

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Ananda Sen(chandrabindoo) - uh! maybe......

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
tumi sondhyaro meghomala (Kabir Suman) –this is turning out to be great!

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Aar jaani na(Chandrabindoo) – should have been the answer to the next question! :P

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?

Prostuti (Kabir Suman) – for? apocalypse, maybe. :D

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Money (Pink FLoyd) - wowwwww!!!!!! thats so kewl! :D

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Aashay aashay bose achhi(Gautam Chattopadhyay) – sorry to disappoint you guys. I don't have enough money to make ISDs. :(

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Dinga bhasao saagor-e(Protul Mukhopadhyay) –the surname's right I guess. And I don't get the connection. :(

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Megh kaalo aaNdhar kalo. (Hemanta Mukherjee) – Wtf! thats typical sado-masochistic. typical me. :P

WHAT IS 2+2?
The ghost song (The Doors) - thats surrealism at its best. B-)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Let me live (Queen) – is he that bad?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Mother (Pink Floyd) - WTF! I am not an incest for god's sake!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Tini bridhho holen(Kabir Suman) – I oughtta use some anti-ageing creme. Even the lappy knows! :(

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Aaguner poroshmoni(Sreekanta Acharya) - beware all. I am Hot. :P

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Tomake dekhchhi(Kabir Suman) – that is what I call a perfect match!

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Hallowed be thy name (Cradle of Filth) – should have been better the other way round.

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Moron re tNuhu momo shyamosoman (Kanika Bandyopadhyay) – my! my! this lappy's got some sense of humor!

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
aamar saadh na miTilo aasha na purilo(Pannalal Bhattacharya) – =))

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Tora ke jabi (Debabrata Biswas) – as in?

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Headless cross(Black Sabbath) – I am the antichrist. B-)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Purono guitar (Anjan Dutta) – nostalgia?

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Manush chena daay (Moheen-er ghoRaguli) – Thats the moral of the story folks. :D

Writing so many things has been an ordeal. So I plan on taking revenge. I tag the dreamy and the sociological siren. Shoo girls, go go.......

Uh oh erm........

One of my orkut-friends(well, we are more than just orkut-friends now) wrote this blogpost about happiness. That is, about what happiness is and how we, the mere mortals spend our lives looking for it etc etc. And she quoted some of my wise wise words in her post. Being the wise person that I am, I expect to be quoted more often. But when was this world fair enough? Ok. That wasn't the point. I was just trying to say that even I can speak loads of good shit about happiness and stuff. Just like Taran Adarsh can be a good film critic.

What? You think Mr.Adarsh writes shit? Well well, he praised "Om Shanti Om" quite highly. And THAT is reason enough to make him a good film critic.


A few days back I was watching this slasher flick. And I reallized that I had always wanted to be a serial killer.



And thats the first step towards it. I have toiled much to make myself look like the most happening serial killer in India now. By the way, that guy has an unique way of killing people. Guess how? With his over the top music and nauseating nasal tone. Add to that his fine array of adjectives which consists of "excellent, mind blowing, fantastic, wonderful" and rebellious dressing sense. I can swear, he will kill you for sure and that too, in style.


Ok, its two in the morning and my thought process is far from being coherent. One of these days I am going to die of overdose. Of sleep, that is. But the brave knows no bounds. So I am off to sleep once again. With a promise to come back soon, with something darker. Much on my usual line. Till then, adios!

The disgruntled onlooker's insight into the life(or whatever) in the USA

Part III: Rated R.

One fine evening when I was in the middle of a very interesting class(well, the lecture was not very interesting. But the blog that I was reading on my laptop was, quite), my phone rang. Rather started vibrating. Now, I don't exactly know how girls who keep their cellphones in jeans pockets feel when it vibrates. I would definitely like to know. Although only for the sake of increasing my general knowledge. But let me tell you this, its not quite a nice feeling for a guy. It sort of sends down shivers through one's ba*ls(remember the post is rated R). So I couldnot sit through it, went out of the class and took the call. A heavily accented American lady verified my name and kept on uttering loads of gibberish of which I could make no head nor tail. After a few minutes I heard "you get a free Playboy or a free Maxim magazine every month". Elated, I promptly said "yes! yes!". And the lady hung up. For those imbecile dimwits who have no clue as to what "Playboy" and "Maxim" are, I promise a pictorial tutorial at the end. For the others, its just a bait to make you read through to the end. Hee haw!

Two days later I received a letter stating that I had agreed on a contract with some publishers to receive 4 magazines for a period of 60 months in exchange of 17$ a month. Of course I had no idea of this. And it was also mentioned that I get a free "Playboy" magazine each month alongwith those 4. I, with a heavy heart, called them up and explained that I don't have any needs for any magazine. And there went my contract. And my free "Playboy" too. I, for once, considered asking if I get to keep the free "Playboy" but decided against it. Good senses prevail, they say.

Now, I practice what one of my well-wishers taught me. Whenever the phone rings and I pick it up to hear a heavily accented American voice, I promptly say "call back later, I am having sex!".

Ohhhh! Here are the pictures...........






P.S: Ahhh! To get one of those free!! I mean the magazines, not the girls :-P The girls wouldn't hurt though.

I was swooning with delight yesterday. This morning all the yayness died as I was hit with another bout of loose motion. Now, thats what I call hitting under the belt. Since then I have been living on a generous diet of nun chinir shorbot and "meklin" pills. Somehow the beef sandwiches don't agree with me. They just don't. For no apparent reason. This is the third time this has happened. And I am not sure if this is the last. At least not till I have those "buy one get one free" coupons for beef sandwiches.

Yesterday was great , though. I turned an year older(sob sob!). Only a few remembered. And fewer called. Most importantly, they all were people who I wished would call. Or remember. I bunked classes. Remained indoors all day. Spent a lot of time thinking, staring blankly at the television, reading and watching two Bunuel films. Didn't even bother cooking. Ordered one beef sandwich for lunch(yippeee! I got another free) alongwith french fries and coke. My Albanian flatmate went on a date with an Albanian girl and after coming back, jokingly said "the girl asked to say hello to you". I answered "what else did she say? that I have the longest d**k she has ever had?". To this the guy didn't reply. Then I drank a little whiskey, alone, to my health. That didn't help though. But still, the whiskey I enjoyed. And went to sleep(which was hampered by the aforementioned bout). Overall, this has been one of the best birthdays I have had. And, I am sure I will be having quite a few similar birthdays in the forthcoming years. To that, Amen!

A very happy birthday. To me. From me. Yay!!!!!!!