Still not a writer... trying to write.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today!” How often do we take life for granted before we touch the ground and start all over again?  Quite often… a lot actually.  The warmth pumping through our veins is what drives us after all. We keep chasing for the dam warmth, leaving behind a long line of decisions while collecting experiences (sometimes even growth) on our way.   Some days we are our impulses and do what feels right in the moment, most days we shut it all out. We aren’t what we are by birth, we are what we are by choices - warm and patient, confused and yearning, cold and angry or worse, hurt and indifferent; it’s familiar, it's comforting. In fact, living in the moment isn’t a bad thing at all, chasing comfort isn’t a bad thing either, neither is giving into impulses. So, how can something that sounds and feels right in the moment, come with a price? Loss of time, regrets and what ifs - more often than not they are expensive and heavy; maybe even heavier than a 30 year mor

It’s like F Scott Fitzgerald said, “First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.” You’re like the 21 st century version of his quotes... I see you look down at your tumbler and swirl that peg of amber liquid like you know what you’re doing... like you know your way around it. I see you stare it down with such insurmountable amount of devotion, almost as if it’s spinning some magical story. Your pupils dilate and you hazily gaze at me mumbling something only you would understand; I pretend to listen and nod along as always because even in that tipsy state, you’re charming and I, for all the wrong reasons, find that irresistible. It makes me a little green because I wish you would look at me the way you look at that mighty fine bottle of Talisker. It’s as if you are undressing that dam 18 year old bottle of scotch with your eyes. You know in English language it’s called ‘Leering’. It amuses and breaks my heart at the same time because I

It's 4am and you’re listening to Birendra Krishna Bhadra’s “ Mahisasura Mardini ”. Did you feel that? “ Durgautsav eshe geche ” (Durga Puja is here). A Mahalaya follower since I learned how to spell alphabets and it still manages to mesmerize me making me wonder why every time I hear Chandipath , a shiver of excitement starts coursing through my veins creating a childlike glee in my eyes. A few trips to the magical city of Kolkata and the mystery was unravelled. Being a Probashi Bengali through and through, I have contributed my fair share of ideas on how to celebrate this spiritual fiesta in our pujo committees and they have been nothing short of awe-inspiring nature. Yet part of my heart will always belong to the city of joy for the sole reason of their “ baaro maash e tero pujo ” logic. While the recitation of Maa Durga’s triumph over the diabolical Mahisasura leaves you with a rush of adrenaline, it’s the post mahalaya week of pure hoopla that adds a cherry on

As  quoted   by our lovable Barney Stinson (How I Met Your Mother ),  “ Its where the possible & the impossible meet ”. The scariest thing in this entire world  is knowing what you are good at & yet staring at a blank page. It’s like those moments where  your future boss asks  you, “ Tell me something about yourself , something different than the usual ” , and you keep wracking your brain , wondering & thinking, thinking & wondering "What can I possibly say to make him believe that I am different” , and & then comes the inevitable point where you start doubting yourself . Finally of course comes that epic moment where you have achieved your goal  and your attitude towards that gain is like Priyanka Chopra, "Good, Bad or Ugly , it’ll be mine to remember ". Today we live in a world where our attitude towards what the other wants or thinks is pretty much  perfunctory. We live in a time where we are our own scientists, never getting tired of expe

Enjoying the slutiness of time...  It keeps screwing you over and everyone else; it doesn't make you feel special, it stabs you and makes you bleed inside out, yet you get up and always come back for more.  In a way, TIME makes you a masochist... a slut!

A Life that was January 1, 2014 at 12:56am You read these horoscopes about life and love and that naive, hopeless part buried deep inside your heart wants to believe every single syllable written down there. Each one of you wishes you had the power of Walter Mitty to convert your daydreams into reality. 5ft 8 inches tall, long wavy hair, a leather jacket, leather pants, boots, a kickass helmet and a Harley Softail 1999 or a Chevloret Camero. Yup,that's what I daydream about, usually *wink*! The second one consisted of me owning a gun (Yes, I'm a gun-nut) and now I own a German antique single shot revolver (It's a showpiece *sadly*), so I guess that’s something I could happily check off my list *still in doubt*. It's the end of the year. A year where I had certain first experiences, endured heartbreaks and rejections, learned to let go, made the right choices even though nothing about it ever made me feel alright. Made bad choices and