I need no sunshine to make me happy. Unexpected early morning conversations or mere ten minutes of casual banter are more than enough. These are times when I absolutely love my life.

A name is all I craved. Turns out that I was wrong. Totally. Certain things should never be named. They find their own identities.

Hence, I rest my case. And hope. I will either see light with time or see myself break. Bothways, the journey matters. And I will make it as beautiful as possible.

A beautiful life.

A few snapshots of my second year at Rutgers:

1) I still don't feel like going to classes. I do go, though.

2) I have to work for money. I am now a teaching assistant or a TA.

3) I have no fucking idea of what I am supposed to do as a TA. And its already second week into the semester.

4) I know what I am not supposed to do though. Guess what? I am not supposed to sleep with any of my hot skimpily clad undergraduate students. That is the first thing they told at the TA orientation program!

5) I am taking a course in statistical genetics. Fancy, eh? The genetics part, I only know how to spell it. The statistical part, not much more than the spelling either.

6) Everyone around me seems to be engaged in an international level conspiracy to make me eat broccolis. And I fucking hate it!

7) I get acidity whenever I drink beer!

8) Since I have some antacids at my disposal, I still drink beer. Lots of it. And get splitting headaches and get sleepy. Then I have coffee to make the headache go away. In the whole process I also make the sleep go away. Hence, I tend to remain awake till 4 or 5 in the morning. Unhealthy, to say the least.

9) I religiously call up people who are not very keen on speaking with me.

10) I found out a kati roll place in Rutgers, spent 5$ on a beef tikka roll that is smaller than my "thing" and still boasted about my feat to people back in Kolkata. How pathetic can you get!

11) And I have no better work to do than solving a random online puzzle and writing all this at the middle of the night. Ciao!

Dhusssssss.........

Kissu bhallagchhe na :( :( :( :(

Some jokes are meant to be funny...

.........But he isn't.



This summer be scared. Be VERY scared. Of his jokes. Of his looks. Of his claps. Of his phone calls. And of his pencil disappearing tricks. Because this summer onwards evil has a new name. And it's spelt as JOKER!!!! Not Max Cady, Jack Torrance, Hannibal Lecter, Alex or Anton Chigurh. But JOKER.

I have always thought of Nolan as the best storyteller of present day Hollywood. Not only because he made Memento. But because he dared to make The Following and also because he made Batman Begins. Which, before TDK happened, was the best superhero film I have ever seen. I also maintained that with Christian Bale, Hollywood is in able hands. And boy, did they deliver in TDK! Alongwith the ever charming Michael Caine, Morgan Freeman and the otherwise stone-faced Aron Eckhart, who btw is wonderful as Harvey Two face, they make TDK one of the most visually stunning experiences on screen. And the best superhero film. Ever. I won't go into discussing the technicalities or the crooked storyline or any other details. Because this is not a review but a gushfest. As this, is the only film that has not lived up to the hype it created, but actually surpassed it. This is the only sequel I have seen that is better than the original. And after this, superhero films won't be the same ever. TDK has redefined a genre. And in style.

There was this another person called Heath Ledger who was supposed to have played a major role in the film. I didn't see him though. But I did see Joker. This guy called Jack Nicholson once crossed a line and saw himself become a caricature. The Joker walked the line between true evil and humor. That too with a smile on his face. For us, the ladies and gentlemen, he"ll not only be tonight's entertainment but true embodiment of evil that"ll haunt us. Forever.

Om "Shanti Home"

It all started one fine evening in Olypub. It hasn't ended yet. And it won't. Never.

As we were merrily drinking along and enjoying the beefsteaks and chicken-a-la-kievs someone said "lets plan a trip together". Everyone nodded in drunken unanimity. Little did we know what awaited us. Three to four days later, it suddenly occurred to me that my uncle has an empty house in Shantiniketon. Phone calls followed. Then there were a lot of persuasions, plannings, apprehensions. And one fine afternoon eight friends were waiting at Howrah station for the Howrah Maldah Town Intercity Express. Not that everyone was equally well acquainted with the others. But everything changed in the two days to follow. The journey, the anecdotes, the "chhoRanos", the wonderful house, the booze, the weed, the drunken stupors and the list could go on forever. But again, that would only be a list. The experience, I don't have words to describe it. I fail utterly to express how it felt to be completely drenched in the rain and splash around in the breathtakingly gorgeous Kopai river. That too with five beautiful women :P I search around for words when after midnight amidst all the inebriations, someone sits up straight and with closed eyes starts singing "aamar nishitho raat-ero baadol dhara". And there were also the "bangla panu" reading sessions by the candlelight, the erotic "mohuay jomechhe aaj mou go" dancings, the "chaa" and "aloor chop" rendezvous' at a roadside "jhupRi" and spending the last evening in Prinsep ghat watching a magnificent sky glorified further by a sad sun setting. The two days changed eight lives. Forever. Only time will tell whether we'll all be friends in the future too. But there always will be a part of each one of us that will crave for the seven others. Some figments of memories that will remain, some little things that will make us laugh even after twenty years. And Shantiniketon will always be a place we would associate with us, a place that formed an inexplicable bond between eight people. And I already miss that place.

Everything that goes up, comes down. But everyhting that starts doesn't end. This IS it. We plan to do this again and again. But whether we do or not, we'll relive the memories. Time and again. OM "SHANTI HOME" to that.

P.S: For those ineterested you can see the pictures at
1) http://picasaweb.google.com/tapabratabanerjee/Shantiniketan
2) http://picasaweb.google.com/bichienator/ShantiniketonTrip

Pity is very much the last fucking thing I ask for. Ever.