This is It!!

Yes, this is it!! No, not like last, when I'm being dragged off somewhere I don't want to go.
This time...I've been wanting to go with EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING!
Waiting for God knows how long..counting days, hours..yes yes, I'll get to the point. -
I'M GOING BACK TO KOLKATA!!!
Yesss!! Sunset has already come, sunrise will come..and all too soon it'll be time to go. The fact I'm finally going, has not sunk in yet..let's see maybe at the airport!
Can sleep no more.
Lots of Bangali love!

Bangali Blues..

It's Shoptomi (to all those reading, who are not Bengali: it's the 7th day of Durga Puja), this means another day has begun. More lights, more festivities, food, family.

The city does not sleep during these days. When I close my eyes, I can picture being stuck in a crowd, trying to tip-toe to see over the heads of people, because in front is a pandal, with the idol. Horns of taxis hooting away. Waiters at food stalls, calling you from both sides. This goes on the entire night, laughing with friends.

BUT. I'm stuck here. Preparing for on-going exams (ehh, am I?!). Was looking through some old photos (typical eh?) what better substitute? Anyway, I came across this -


Cannot even describe the blue. It's getting WAY too navy for my own good =/
Anyway, I'm sure better days are too come =) For the fruits of patience are SWEET!

Stories..

"Everyday is a struggle between what I wanna say
And what I should keep to myself
Everyday is a battle between what I wanna know
And what I don't wanna figure out" - Toby Lightman

Why? Why is it that when you have to be your strongest, all strength eludes you?
Floods, tornadoes. Silence. Sometimes, life is just not fair.

I can't live with "No Poetry"

"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
Something's burning in the attic
That her tongue will not defend
Through the arc of conversation
Past the teeth behind the smile
Down the miracle mile
To the bottom of the ladder
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
What's the matter, baby?
Could we go downtown
To the middle of the world?
You were always such a pretty girl
And you told me I was beautiful
"There's no poetry between us"
Said the paper to the pen
"And I get nothing for my trouble
But the ink beneath my skin"
If your clothes are getting weary
And your soul's gone out of style
Blame the the Miracle Mile
And the bottom of the ladder
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters
What's the matter, baby?
I'm coming too...
- Gary Jules

Aah..the wonders poetry does in the dark hours of the night..

Food for thought

Something which caught my attention - and no, it is not brimming with overwhelming political content!