Olive oil treatment for scars

25.05.2016

10;55 am, Goettingen, Germany

I am here to rediscover the habit of writing, to find the joy in doing something creative. What has inspired me to take up the pen, albeit virtual, again is the miraculous healing going on in my body at this moment. Well, the subject in discussion is my skin, on the paler side of my hand that suferred nasty knife cuts about 17 days back. The cuts healed with protection and repeated washing and applying antibacterial cream (long live Boroline!), but the marks remained. In fact, only last Sunday I realised how the indentation in my skin along the cuts was not only staring out at the world but also felt like valleys in my skin. It left me feeling very sad. I am not one to obsess over looks and appearance but these marks became an eyesore to me almost immediately.
Thus began the search for remedies to get rid of these scars, on internet of course! I am happy medicating myself for easy and comfortable recovery instead of experimenting with several household remedies. The scar removal cream, however, as it turns out, comes with a relatively high price label. 30 Euros or so for a single tube - worth looking for an alternative, at least for a short time to see if it helps. So, i started looking up home remedies and one that appealed to me (after I spotted the bottle lying in my larder) was massaging olive oil, preferably extra virgin, on the scar area and ideally leaving it on overnight. Applying twice or thrice n the day has also been recommended on certain blogs. I decided to try it out. Olive oil woud'nt harm me i figured, mummy used to massage it onto my body as i was a kid and it yielded good resutls - judging from the frequency of having it applied on me at least one every ten days or so! Now, extra virgin olive oil can also be quite pricey but I had this half a bottle leftover in my cupboard, donated to me by a visiting professor who flew back to the US. One amongst his many attractive leftovers, i must say! I started applying the oil on Monday night and viola! The very next morning the sutures showed healing signs, with the gaping valleys closing up pretty damn fast. After applying it once, massaging for three minutes and leaving it on overnight three nights now, the scars already look so much better! I can barely feel the wound lines when i run my fingers over it now.
I wish i had photographed the before images of the scars so that I could doucment this unexpectedly fast result from a "home-remedy", something i am exceptionally sceptic about in this medically advanced day and age. But if something works for me, how can I not appreciate it? I have taken a few photos today of the already better scars. It is for time to tell how they heal from now onwards.
A word of caution. As mentioned earlier, i would not have continued this method if it did not show me any results at all in about 4-5 days. I would promptly have invested in a scar treatment cream from the pharmacy if this home remedy took longer. The main reason for that is the fact that the longer you leave scars untreated, the harder they get to remove. I would not advise against trying home remedies out over a long period of time, but unless allergic to or financially unviable, I would get myself the medication. And oh! don't forget to ask the doctor if a combination of home remedies and the medicated cream is advisable, that is very very important because we do not want a bunch of nasty reactions and side effects due to a non-administered mixture of  varous chemicals - yes! guess what! every home ingredient you use also contains "chemicals", of biological origin yes but still chemicals nonetheless. Chemicals are'nt always bad for you. They are'nt always goof for you either, irrespective of their source. The air you breathe is also a chemical, the poison that makes you sick is also a chemical. So, please do not generalise and choose wisely after careful scrutiny and medical advise. Until then, the virginity of the olive oil does matter. ;) 

depression is eating into me. is it depression? i dont know. maybe it is just sadness, and a lot of disappointment. or maybe its just my selfish evil self that enjoys destryoinh itself and everything around it. i dont believe i am evil. i dont believe anyhting in me is evil. i believe i have given more than i could offer. crushed myself, my every feeling, my tears, my smiles, my every natural instinct to try and control myself. "me" ,"myself"...why is it not worth existing? if it isnt then it shouldnt. why should i have to mask it, control it? if i am not good enough for the world, why cant the world let it be so. why must i kill myself? i cry too much. i cry every day. i cry for reasons that are not reasons at all. or are they? arent they reason enough to me? is that not enough? why not? why cant these be enogh?

How much I miss you. 

Like the changing colours of the sky at dusk your memories create waves of emotions within, which I have no control on. I am distracted whenever I try to put my mind at work, or even concentrate on something that might be classified "leisure" and yet distracting myself from your memories at every action this body performs, irrespective of time, place and type, transports me to some moment we lived together. There is this action-memory link for some typical routine activities...a particular action will evoke reminiscing of the one same memory over and over again, every single time the action occurs. I plug in my laptop when it is out of charge and is blinking away threateningly and the moment the plug goes into the socket the memory returns of that extra pair of hands I borrowed for this sometimes when you were around, more so the thought of those little tiffs over whether the plug went into the socket before the wire plugged into the computer - I took the privilege of being angry with you over forgetting the sequence I preferred, it was leisurely to turn my face away from you when you were around every second of the day the clock counted. Today I wish I had spent those few minutes loving you, holding you near me to tell you I am never really angry with you, for you are simply the best. Oh! This heart aches for love, for even if only those fights and tussles were to return...but that which was "bad times" then is today too precious to have. 

No, you are not too far away...I have hopes of being with you soon. We have hopes of a lovely life together, we still are the privileged ones. An empty moment is still empty though. Memories extract melancholy breaking through the careful wraps. They take time and effort to heal, often long enough to collide with the next in line. Isn’t life too short for these nuisances? Isn’t hope just not enough to make up for lost time? The body refuses to stay on hold, melts away with the cycle of seasons, grows older without care – two springs passed now, the blossoming flowers fail to excite the second time only adding tiny insanities to the mind. Time is not infinite, every empty moment is possibility lost. A lost walk in the park, a lost summer lazing, a lost snow fight and then we have lost another chance to see the orchids grow in the shade of the tall trees...even the snow pays surprise visits, rubs it in, the time that has passed by. Hugging the computer to sleep is perhaps the only thing still off limits, but you live in the smart-phone too...it lies close to my pillow every night. The one thing countless is memories. There is a new one with every new escape I devise to cover up the emptiness. Also love, it is so tireless. And you, so full of life, so omnipresent, so wrapping me cosy in your smiles...relentlessly, all day long.  

Zap!

Ever wonder why i never turn away?

The other side is a void,

Is nothing, no option.

So, i try to move past you,

You always seem to catch up though...

And motnhs would’ve passed,

Many weak moments endured,

Before we stood face to face again,

But the time still comes,

And before you see,

The void , too, has followed me.

After all, it is only a reflection of yours,

A void to the other side of you,

A void to the other side of me.

Dear all,

The daily ritual commences once more, or should it be called “nightly” if it is something one does every night? Deciding firmly that i shall not, under any circumstances repeat it the next night, forms a part of the ritual , of course... Oh lord! How does one retrieve oneself from practices that become so integral a part of ones being that she cannot fall asleep without going through it at least once? Even though it causes pain, even though it breaks morale, it must be done. Everytime committed, the act elads to deeper levels of failure, to lower self belief, and yet i cannot do without it. Cos every single night i hope my friend will receive my call, wil return my attempts to reach out, i hope my friend will change just to see how much it matters to me, how much it saddens me. What am i to do ? i have only questions, no reflections...

Yours sincerely,

Still waiting in hope.

Red

Its a life of blood,

Red red, sweet sour,

Blended rushing sorrow,

Pain pain in the heart.

Long lost my mind,

Long ago it was,

When boiling blood,

Did stain us all.

Drenched and soaked

In the rush of time,

What’s left behind,

Ain’t worth a dime.

Pretty pretty face,

Prettier than love,

Try hide those scars,

Behind the blush.

Try rip apart

Every faded smile,

Give up, give up!

You will hear them cry!

Toss the coin,

Flip it through fire,

Its a life of blood, Red red ,sweet sour.

18 September 2010

FRUSTRATIONS

There are these somethings that are now driving me nuts. It is crazy, the way people around me are behaving. How strange that I should refer to my best buddies as “people”. These little action-reaction processes that we go through , the miniscule interactions that I still have with my now gradually fading away friends , these are the ones that make all the difference, now that they are physically so far away from me. Fear is that this distance now seems like much more than just a physical separation.

“X1” is long gone...though I’m not sure if I should call a two months break in a relationship of 11yrs “long”...but there seems to be really meek chances of her coming back. Spoke to her about medics when dadabhai was hospitalised, that is because I trust her and perhaps will always know what a wonderful person she is, but my respect for the way I lead my life does not allow me to forget that horrible session we had and go ahead and talk to her like nothing ever happened. One may call it my ego, my stupid sense of relationships, my irrational pride...but these are the same virtues or vices withstanding which I made friends like her, and they have stayed, very few in number, but have been there through the thickest and the thinnest. Today, there is almost none.

Coming to bosom friend no. 2. Perhaps one or two years less old a friend than “X1”, my dearest “X2”. Health irregularities, workload, widely differing schedules and now residence in cities separated by thousands of kilometres have always barred regular conversations or day outs together. There were times when we did not meet for over an year and yet the bond of friendship, the love only grew stronger. I met her a few months back, spent great time at her house together with her family and "X1" was there for a day too... X2 also came over to my "sole room" , my life in an apartment alone (where i spent a very valuable one year of my life) . Things looked and felt great, what more could i ask for? And then came the day when she returned to her university again and to a new life altogether it seemed. Now i dont get any updates of her life from her anymore, even if I am the one knocking at her door (metaphorically of course) day and night. Either she is busy or preoccupied or is bound by some unavoidable and unbreakable barriers from conversing or responding to my call (not necessarily a phone call). Just got to know, and thankfully from herself,even though on inquiry on my part, about a trip she made related to work. Considering her work and study is something i have always admired , it came as a bit of a surprise to hear that it was "all so sudden". Sounds like I am being really bitchy...thats exactly how detatched I am from the ones who literally kept me "alive" not just as a human being, but as a girl , into a lady, perhaps a fully grown woman as well...

The Joy in Sadness

If you thought sadness and sorrow go hand in and, think again. Sadness sometimes escapes the boundaries of its definition and evolves into a treasured possession, an achievement, a fine gain.

In fact, happiness, satisfaction, ecstasy, all have one thing in common – the sadness entwined with each of them.

‘Sad’ is not what you are when you’re hurt. It is what you feel when you are very close to the perfect happiness of life. Sad is what you are when you have a joy so great and so rare that you know only a strange wave of the invisible wand can again bring you barely close to experiencing moments of comparable magnitude. These are moments that are actually hours or maybe an entire day shrunk into a few seconds when the mind sleeps and the sixth sense awakens, lightening up every miniscule detail of the world around you, and driving, sometimes even forcing, you to make a grab at time while it still stands waiting, waiting for you to create a memory. Then the memory, like a hungry wind, incorporates into itself those innumerable moments that may have appeared dull , those hundreds of feelings that may have seemed worth little, and brushing off the dust to reveal their true colours, composes an enchanting tune that blows a storm through your mind.

The mind awakens, the strong winds blowing are nothing but the opening notes of sadness while the seconds you live are ones of pure bliss. The bliss ceases, as every beautiful spell of shower must end, but the winds keep blowing. This is sadness, these powerful surges of air that you might once have thought to be a force too weak, now a strong, intense rush of wind that forces outbursts, flowing streams of tears down your cheeks, rolling down your chin, finally sliding down your neck into your heart.

When such is the form of sadness, when you don’t need to be hurt to be sad, then sadness is a boon, a long awaited gift. Then that sad goodbye records feelings that you would die to experience again. Then, that final hug is a bearer of a beautiful future that will be filled with hope and belief. Then, that sadness is joy, those tears are pearls; the sobs, magic potion. Then, you are happy to be sad, you are relieved to be sad, and sadness, that day, is a gain, indeed.

Sunday, 19 September 2010

11:59 PM

maybe it is a little too late, a little too late to see, to recreate, to forgive and to forget, to mend mistakes , to hope for wonders. it is like an unfinished story that will keep you guessing forever, an unending tale of rise and fall, it is like the unexplained. because it is too late to complete the incomplete, to finish the unfinished ; and all that incompleteness induces is yet another spell of incompletion...every unfinished answer is a drag force that pulls the soul backward, every unfinished letter is a testimonial to unharboured thoughts, every incomplete sentence a lingering of words, every unshed tear a birth of new suppressions, every unending path a new journey and every unfinished poem a measure of infinity...

for the one creeping into my blog (read: personal space)

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
u creep, dis ones for you...how dare u shoo me away...will tie a chain around your neck and take u to the park for a walk.

LovE

It is believed love is a most strange thing,
It knows no pace no still,
It travels fast at times, at times it just fills
Abysses of time and hearts out on the kill.
It is believed to grow fast,
But when on shallow slope it flows,
It believes a heart waits to wrap it in,
To within itself envelope.
And then one day it will reach,
The destination it always planned to,
One day it will guide a mind gone astray,
Into the arms of a fresh new day.
And it shall never be too late,
For time is an even stranger thing when u wait,
Destiny a matter of which way you sway,
And hence, my Love, its never too late.

the value of time

visiting my own blog after long long time,almost months now...isnt that funny?
i mean i'm so poor at discipline,cant even buck up to update my own blog! goodness gracious me! (i love this expression,used to be frequently used in those old english books we'd love reading when in school) but now that i am online,lemme tell all of u readin this that dere really is a lot to update...and well,i would actually want the world to know,even as i remain anonymous to most,abut the most important devlopment in my life ever (jus hope its fair enuf to use such a string phrase for it).
well, here i comes...i'm committed!!! yeahhh!!! isnt that great??? even more thrilling is the story behind it,met my partner during pujo,i was proposed to after 7 days and on the 9th day and on the first 12th of the new year,we shall be completing three months of our relationship. it might sound like a real short time to some,for some a real hasty affai,maybe immaturity and an "in the heat of the moment" issue to others,but i am reminded by my "sometimes right thinking at rite place " mind of that old chain mail we all have received and read sometime! the one that talks of the importace of time, where you ask the olympian who has missed a gold the value of millisecond. my point has been well stated i assume,stil shal love to "milk the moment" (only one person knos why dis ones in quotes" . so,if u have (asked d qs to d said person,at least mentally if not literally) then my story has not evoked sceptism in you, though it used to in me at a point of time, till i realised what i just stated. for ppl like you the story sounds like time well utilised, pace correctly fitted to suit 21st century life, and sincerity to help mature and make things last forever and forever.

Calvin and Neil...

My 5 and somethn yr old cousin is extremely imaginative.
With each passing day he is gaining experience too vast to be controlled and rationalized by the machine fitted sumwhere inside his head and as a result he has brought my favourite comic strip character “Calvin” to life! He talks,walks,acts exactly like calvin,making up stories and imagining himself to be in a setup non-existent physically but hundred percent present for him; and he knows details of every nook and corner of his set, of how the latest model cars are moving about on the road, how the taxi-s and auto-walas are being indignant , how the buses are creating a commotion and how his car, wid himself in the driver’s seat, is stuck yet again in heavy traffic!
He (Neil) is obsessed these days with this kind of play and ends up spending hours in his designated position, imagining, thinking, observing and perfectly playing his part. There’s a certain observation I’ve made—while calvin ends up in a spaceship and on some strange planet with dinosaur like creatures for aliens, my neil prefers Calcutta roads, especially the ones he frequents as he goes to and returns home from school, and you’ll find him in the new car his dad’s bought or even in an aeroplane!!! Yes, he does include runways on which there are traffic lights that remain red for hours, as opel corsas and wagon R’s and taxis have their fair share of hullabaloo and as he is forced to take lunch or dinner. So, even if it delays the flight he is piloting he can at least be somewhat sure of it not running…er..flying away in his absence!
The striking similarity between the comic character and his real life manifestation is motion and commotion! Motion as in calvin’s space craft, neil’s airplane or maruti ; commotion as in calvin’s aliens, neil’s rowdy taxis and traffic lights on runways! However, I am yet to realize what is my brother’s hobbes,but I have a very uncanny feeling that it might as well be myself! I am the only physically present at the spot being who has been a part of the fantastic plays he directs, and I am being overflown by emotions as I write this cos now I can rarely give him time and family issues are such that nobody is bothered, on my maternal side, about either him or me…
Neil has been an essential part of my life and I of his. We have loved and craved for each other and I hope we continue to do so until ,and even after, he finds himself a hobbes or the planet calvin’s already on…who knows, neil might be the saviour captain calvin has been awaiting for years now…or a female hobbes maybe, or a best friend, or a new means of transport, or a film director…

As my tea gets cold...

Am writing this as my morning tea gets colder and colder an yes, I actually mean “cold” cos the morning tea was made at 9:30am and now its around 10:45.interesting,isn’t it???
I am such a waste when it comes to enjoying the pleasures of a hot cup of tea, that feel of getting my tongue burnt and senses revived no matter what part of the world I am in. So,do not count in the fact that it is really hot in these parts of the planet now…its jus that I like my tea cold…but it has to be served piping hot of course! I hate it when my mom keeps my tea ready ages before I wake up (cos theres usually nobidy at home to make tea for me at those late hours of the morning that mark my advent into the day nd don’t you ever imagine me making myself the first beverage of the day,no no!) . I am expected to heat d cup o tea in the microwave,and trust me it does d job quite well…but it doesn’t satisfy me. In fact,I get bored and to an extent irritated with the arrangement! Poor mom…
The catch is that even tho id hate to taste the hotness of the tea,I love to feel it,to see it,to know that its fresh and new and has to its credit just a few seconds of experience in this wide wide world…it invokes within me the spirit to finally start off for the day. Actually, be it any time of the day and any hot beverage you mention, the above philosophy fits in,and mind you,its not just beverages, its a golden rule I believe in for any consumable.
Be it tea,coffe or anything else,it should be served the way it is “meant” to be served,following traditional rules, that is if you want the consumer to receive it with joy. What he then does with it is upto him. He might add personal elements to d way of consuming it , according to his choice and need but trust me, you do the serving wrong and you spoil the mood big time!
I’ve been thinking of an interesting example to illustrate the matter better…so,here we go! Goodness knows how many times I have seen papa and other ppl and myself reducing (or mayb expandin,cos things expand when heated,,he he) a cup of ice cream to a rich creamy liquid equivalent to cold milk shake ,before consuming it, in an attempt to do away with a lil part of the coldness and hence save our throats! But wud I ever buy an ice cream cup that has even a layer of melt flowing out of the paper lid???? No no no!! Never at all! I’d be so disappointed even at the idea of doing so! Got my point??
So,that’s the trick our minds play on us and others around us…but its pretty simple you know. If I were to put the entire issue in one line,it wud go thus…do your job as you always would , and leave the rest alone, it doesn’t really matter.

And doesn’t this one liner find a place as a bottom line in everything that we do throughout the day, right from the word “bed-tea”!!!

Leaving Home...

was in a terrible terrible mood...math exam went off well.but ws unhappy with things at home this evening...nd at a time wen i ws feelin most awful and did not know what to do with myself,a couple of friends did a gr8 job to make me feel better...sumtimes things come totally unexpected but the timing is so superbly correct that it amases even the best of optimists and believers of luck and chance...

nevertheless,i have written this piece down..explains all of what forms the sorrow that rests in me after this eve and since long before...

Leaving Home

I’m leaving home,
But you’ve already turned me out.
Its raining slow,
Too dark too dark are the clouds.
My tears have wet
Every inch of all I owned,
Crumbling down
Like moist paper of my notebook.

Scattered hopes,
Oh scattered all love of mine,
Shattered memories
Of long lost childhood so fine.
I’ll find no way,
Cos your curse is on me dear,
You made me see the light of the world,
And now, you bring death near.

Can almost touch it now,
For some it comes too soon.
You’ve asked me to leave,
And I’m off to sleep,
Yes. I’m leaving home…

May 25th,2008

this is a kind of "post-entry" cos i was so busy wid exams that i didnt hav time to blog!
but this particular day was so amasing that i had to put this in...this is what i saved as draft in my cell out of utter frustration!!
25th may,08
have had a horrible beginnig to the day.horrible food,swimming competition on in campus nd me not bein able to participate (thanks to exaaaaams!), my favourite watch spoilt (d new band that has been put on is jus so bad..)
expectations crushed to level zero!
very very angry,very very depressed.now fuming! how dare that watch b spoilt!will never b able to wear it again! it now looks like a joker or a big fool! wat a calamity! will tear off the band and look for a new one!HORRRIBLE!!!

2 hrs later...
wel,its not so bad either...the weathers being compassionate. grey clouds help see colours of life. sky serving as a good backdrop to life. lovely breeze...cold coffee...oh wow... this feels like MAGIC!!!

Interestn study time and the storm...

It was an interesting day today.

Woke up late (9am) as usual,and then again went off to sleep after breakfast(as usual, this one too!). My 2 college classmates( nd dear frnds) came over for group study and we were slogging over horrible probablility problems…it was all so weird,stuff whose meaning nd logic,if any exists at all,we failed to identify!!

even tho sir asked and proclaimed,"bujhte parcho???? (pause) bujhbei to,ami to bhalo porai!" (are u bein able to understnd?? (pause) u sure are cos i teach well!)

AMAZINGGGG!!!

So,it was the three of us scratching our heads,bodies nd minds as we poured into the photocopies of class notes of this strange and alien topic amidst all the heat the day had to offer. We started off studying at 1.30 pm and due to reasons mentioned above,also because it is his habit, one of my frnds started playing the fool. Lying down on the floor,into ppl’s laps and banging himself into every possible “be careful” zone of the drawing room, he played the perfect nuisance. End result,we had so much fun. We discussed cricket and srk much more dan we studied , came up wid irritating modified versions of yet another Fossils number and sang and danced to Dard_e_Disco. Listing down few of our activities during those “study hours” :

1. discussing knioght riders—past,present and future
2. discussing movies asoka,dil se, bhagat singh.bose d forgotten hero, hey ram
3. gandhiji and his immense (???) contributions
4. comparing emperors asoka and akbar
5. singing nd dancing to dard-e-disco…d guy frnd was a spoilt sport,didn’t dance..we two had to do

6. d singin as well as d innovative dancing
7. discussin hindi songs wid obscene lyrics nd weird dance steps
8. mourning over our fate and d future thrills nd scares awaiting us thru our exams
9. most importantly,studying about 80% of the syllabus and designin strategic approach towards at least passsin the exam

Then came the storm…a dark cloud overcast the sky,makin evening set in before sunset and with powerful lightning and thunder striking all over d place it started raining cats and dogs…it was a beautiful sight from our balcony, the view’s magnificence being accentuated obviously by the height at which our apartment is located. We kept standing for quite sometime in our balcony enjoying the fascinating site,the fierce gusts of wind and the heavy yet soothing sheets of rain scattering themselves all over us…

Knight riders lose but i win sumthn...

"korbo,lorbo jitbo re,
korbo lorbo re,ki koreee? ki koreee-e-e??"
(will do it,will fight,will win...howww???)

hehehe...thats the modified version of the KKR anthem that i sing each time we (Kolkata Knight Riders,the team i passionately support) loses a match and unfortunately i had to do the same this evening.In fact,its jus been about an hour since the Mumbai Indians wrapped up a win,within 6 overs, against us,but it really was an entertaining match.I mean,there was so much of tragedy that i could not help laugh and laugh and laugh(dont hav enough energy to cry u c). There were a few records set tonight by KKR...1) Knight Salman Butt hit a six off Ashish Nehra's first spell,2nd ball,as we lost d toss nd were forced 2 bat first,and it was the 400th six of the DLF IPL League,2008. 2) KKR scored the slowest 50 (off 12 tragic overs) of the tournament 3) KKR achieved the lowest total innings scorte of the tournament. Now if that isnt entertainment,what is...truly Shah Rukh,it was "too hot,too cool" to handle.
But what was truly good to see was Knight Saurav's happy."spirits high" face durin the presentation ceremony,"dis is cricket,u have a bad day sometimes...tomorrow will be a new day"..well said dada!

Now,what did i gain this evening???? Any guesses?? I bet none!
Well,i'm talking about a sweet lil phone call,a good news and an sms chat...all from nd with a very dear person...a friend,should i say??? he's really an uncle u know,goin by age that is,my dad's frnd actually but he cares for me a lot! I adore and admire him a lot too! He is this multitalented personality who is a great stage performer...singer,dancer and anchor...nd rite now he is doing what he does best...managing some of the best event on in our dear old metro,kolkata. Works day and night,followin d srk spirit!! Apart from his professional talents,he is a really wonderful human being with certain philosophies and ways dat match with mine,quite eerie i must say!
The sms chat i had with him was most amasing...shall not be puttin up details, but d gist of it is d age difference b/w the two of us,how i am a "baby" nd a "fortunate lil one" whereas he is d "dark,hard workin old man,born to struggle"...but as is self-proclaimed,u cant win a war of words with me! so,i concluded d chat in an attempt to cheer him up a bit,but ended up sayin d truth...dat i ws lucky cos i hav wonderful ppl arouund me,in the list of whic he definitely has a veyr important place and "we adore tall,dar,handsome,hard workin men,age doesnt mattr...". We do,dont we ladies??

Now time for a yet another good thing,a lil net chat wid "a few good men"..he he he..know ur readn this!!!! so thats it for tonight i spos...got a lot of work to do...

An intro to me...

am bored with all the peculiar subjects i am bound to study...my exams are on...what better way of relaxing than posting a blog...this ones goin to be really boring i guess..because i myself am so borrreeeedddd...listening to "Fossils" right now..theyr my fav band...

"aro ekbar cholo fire jai,
paharer oi bukete darai,
akasher haatchhani te shara di,
ki hobe na bhebe..
aaro ekbar haat ta chhuye dekh,
ajo amader ichhe gulo ek,
ami jani tui abar harabi nijeke..."

what wonderful lyrics...yes,lets lose ourselves...lets not care...lets forget dis is jus a 20yr old female writing sum strange stuff on net and just get lost into bliss...