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…