A Little North Of Normality

About a decade it would be that I can remember…..1998 Hyderabad…Separation from friends, family and my school CBS…..Then 1999 …..The nostalgia…the coming back to the city…The real touch of near and dear ones once again…Uncle's Marriage…. Xavier's…and a computer..2000 began with our new flat , followed my recognition in Xavier's and then the following three years passed by with guitar and other simple subtleties of life…Then began class 9 , my first tution..(English)…exposed me to a teacher who for the first time made me love the subject much more…made me much more passionate about the subject and yes! I not only respected her as a teacher but loved her too…And even today she is a very important figure in my growing years… For the first time I was exposed to the outer world….To a new environment where the shy, somewhat timid and introvert Abhishek changed completely….I had many friends in school…but may be those were more of companions and mates rather than what you call fri

THY BREATH WAS SOFT AND WARM I FELT AS IF IT WAS ALL A DREAM TOO COSY FOR REALITY----BUT YES! THE CHARM OF IT ALL WAS ENTICING-------- I WANTED IT TO LAST FOREVER BUT IT DID NOT… EVEN THOUGH IT WAS EXPECTED YET! IT WAS A SHOCK… SHATTERED, I STARTED TO SEARCH… MADLY , DESPERATE TO FIND YOU! BUT I DID NOT…WERE YOU LOST.. OR I DID NOT SEARCH WELL ENOUGH..?

The clock is ticking... itz not too close but it ain't too far as well...one of the most darkest truth and D daring fact of life..Some day .. One Day you will die.. i will die...share your feelings about death .. without any idea that when will death knock you door..     I pull back into the mists of my mind My heart sinks deep in my chest Broken, shattered, attempting to heal I resign that I do not want to feel The scars of my wounds turn to bone The light in me shielded from view I journey through life Seeking out meanings Stumbling through the dark Yearning for the unattainable touch I give up my foolish quest And freefall in the darkness Of my emotion This solitude an odd comfort And in this comfort my realization is made As in life We are in death Alone .........

The 9 th of December was that day when all of 11B conglomerated to visit the MERLIN GREEN ,beach Resort…IBIZA……..To be short and sweet It was one of the most happening days of life…Inspite Of our class teacher not being present due to some mishap in his family ..it was a real gala picnic… The mood which was not only off but to be truthful down and out for the first time took a upward bend… The place was great …with large lawns…clean pool and boating facilities.. The morning began with the breakfast of Hot "Kachuris" and then it was cricket time(BONGS vs MARUS)….Irrespective of the fact that I was stumped quite early in my innings bongs did win the Game… The pool was cold a bit too cold for comfort but when friends are splashing all around well we can just shrug it off… The news of Sourav's Double ton instigated into another mad spree where not only did we get virtually crazy in the pool but also ventured in the bar to seek a glimpse of DADA…… With sips of Vodka ….some fr

The 9th of December witnessed something extraordinary from the boys of 11B Xavier's.....We had gone for a picnic To "Merlin Greens Beach Club"..IBIZA....And yes we not only had fun The pictures will give you a deeper insight about the events....... Thats ME AND MIHIR MIMICKING THE BIRDIES>>>>>TWEEEEET!!!!

Not of the minds....Yes inspite of the mind blowing aesthetics of SLB and the awe inspiring sets used Saawariya lacks the final push that makes a block buster differ from a petty average...The film is really a treat to watch with the brilliance of light and shade and the exquisite display of antic jewelery and chiffon... Soonam is too sweet but her dialog throws are quite faint and as shy as the character itself..Ranbir adds glamour but its actually "gulabji"...Rani who adds a tinge of vintage SLB to the movie... The songs are the best part of the movie...And overall it was worth the bucks but you do not come out of the hall feeling happy...The final happy ending or "Picture abhi baki hai bhai" theory does seem to amuse SLB much...For me it was just a good m ovie but sorry to say cannot add a brilliant tag to it....Poetic brilliance and great sense of showmanship might pull it through to match the budget a hit in Bollywood is still far from the sweet Sonaam and mach

I confess that the camera was a bit to bad to be takin pictures with but sorry my dad wouldn let me touch the better ones....;( Anyways try to figure out whatever you can from this stills..... Supposed to be some sort of lightwork...Too smoky for me so I stayed out...behind the lens... Me with a conch shell which i tried a lot to play but am still trying without any success.... The flame of a dimming candle on Kali Puja... One more of those......... Goddess Kali in all grandeur......

Cannot wait for friday to come....Sawaariya and Om Shanti Om....It will be a real diwali bash..Inspite of all the difficulty managed to sn eak two Saawariya tickets in CC.....Me and my mom sorry do not have someone else to go with :) Saturday will be OSO for me at a cheap hall with a pal of mine and to be very frank i am just to excited..Can't wait to lay my eyes on King Khan..The music is already become my bathroom anthem but the movie hope will be even better...The house-full tags in both halls displaying Saawariya And OSO all promise a real clash of the Titans...On one hand we have The Rawalpindi express whistling towards the real master on the pitch while in the reel world its Bhansali's magic with debutants and SRK's wizardy with the gorgeous Deepika.... 6 packs or towel whatever you call it this year the biggest blockbuster just has a day more to be awaited for.....its gonna be awesome and be it cobwebs or dobly digital that i see it in will surely have caught both

Happy Diwali......The festival Of Lights is back again and i am off to my "mamar bari"...The grand celebration of the festival there with all family and friends is really an integral part of my life...The preparations have already started and the fun is yet to begin..With India Pakistan match providing the an auspicious introduction to festivity we can all expect some bedazzling display of crackers and diyas..... The true sense of the festival lies not in the display of power and authority but also in the ability to light up the hearts of nears and dear ones....its farewell to the awaited "debi pokkho" and the beggining of "Pitri Pokkho " from Saturday....... Next year I will be in 12...The career demons will be over looking my destiny but I still profess that may all be fine and " Asche bochor Abaar Hobe".......

Well I had to read this on the influence of a friend who kept pestering me a lot..but i would not as i had heard lots of warning about it...Most told me its too disturbing and gross but well i would still say Thanks mate ...That you asked me to read this cause i would have surely missed something had i not lapped through this amazing novel.Its the most amazing and powerful novel I have ever read and it sure left an indelible mark in my mind... The story not only made me cry but also through every page i realised how riches can turn rags one day but the only that thing remains in a man is his conscience ...sense of contentment...Money and Position are nothing but the infringements of those exploiters who ravish us everywhere in life but the true sense of love, compassion and guilt is something pure and divine above all such lowly cribs. The story is touching and Amir and Hassan really make you feel that relations are not always about what a person is but rather what a person means to y

Arindam And Kabir...Best of Friends....hmmm!!! :-) Kolkata Police Trying hard......a bit oo hard i guess!!!! Mother In her all Glory.......Dum Dum Park..... Metal Or Mud....Mother always has the aura around......

Mother In The Pastoral Shades..... Thats Kabir: "Jara Brishti te Bhijechilo".......... FROM LEFT:Sakalya, Tanaya, Ritz, Dipayan,Me, Piku & Kabir

First Of all wishing all my friends and foes and people whom i really do not know very well a very Happy and Prosperous "Subho Bijoya"..... This years puja has been as exciting as any other years with no exam pressure just like last year we were more in the comfort zone of life...Pandal Hopping ,Eating and sleeping were my primary activities in these 5 awaited days of the year......So touching the feet of elders and seeking the blessings of the world and doing a cyber type embrace to the co aged visitors of this blog..... Long Live Bengalis and the festival of the homecoming of Mother Goddess in tinsel herald.... ASCHE BOCHOR ABAR HOBE...........

I cannot shout out Sweet heart But I can whisper I cannot..Laugh with you.. But I can weep alone I cannot…Express how much I love you.. But I can suffer more than I do.. Well I have been doing it all this time.. My silence has eaten my emotions.. I feel lost in every game of life… But still I am a winner A winner in true love Who loved you with all his soul With all his heart Selfless Never desiring even an illusion of possession.. The darkness escapades has all taken a toll I am going nowhere,,, But still my goal is unaltered.. till I sigh my last breath.. I will wish That for at least once For God's Sake Just hold your tongue and lemme love…

I love you…But did I ever say??? No !!!! May be I cannot…May be I am helpless Lost in the battle I am a bleeding knight. Banished From the land. I do love you still..I still remember those Dulcet sounds of your ecstasy… Those beady and moist cheeks Of your glistening tears.. That's what moves me on.. Makes me take my every breath… Your happiness my ultimate success.. Your joy..My fulfillment.. You never shed a tear..for you never Knew I loved you.. Be happy with thy prince.. Forever yours Abhishek              

Ya it's a paradox perhaps the biggest paradox of the present situation..Yes that's what is like..>Everything that we do. We perform or even try to imitate is monotonous..Somehow everybody lacks the individuality…Somehow we all are no longer individual somewhere the creative sphere of the temple has fallen to ruins… The most important philosophy of the over all aspect of life..is that may be we all are there existing but still we are no longer the same old individuals who are colourful or vivacious…we do what everybody does…We even fall in love as it is a trend but then where is all the passion all the emotion..All the pent up demand for appraisal of something original..Well no its not as simple as this..It is very sad that we have all changed…Or may be I am the one who has changed as I see all this and no one sees this..When disorder is the order of the day then the fair is foul and the foul the fair…. I still feel those days of teenage were far more bright far more sunn

Hey its not a testerone high Sheldon novel that i am taking about but rather an insight about late night escapades of the modern teenagers....Hey Hey! do not get me wrong its called the cyber crawl at night or late night chats with friends...Yes most of my friends and sometimes even me is into and to be truthful there is nothing more splendid.....For me i still do not get why people sleep all night...Really the silent atmosphere is most suitable for a peaceful chat with your near and dear ones...Obviously as all great things come with a price even it has one first of all the fear of being caught and then having to answer all those question you always hated and further pricks about wasting time and all sorts of stuff.... However of late due to several such problems I haven t been quite able to enjoy this splendid things ...but to be truthful if you are one of those people who sleep peacefully in the dark just sneek into the other side of midnight and well you will surely feel that nigh

W ell addressing those privileged section of the society who are regular readers of my blog..Well you know how tensed I was..Well now I am just feeling happy and satisfied like relief is the actual feeling that ponders in my mind…Anyways no more blogging…I just thank god for all his blessings..And I am just elated with all my friends performing very well….Specially Akhilesh and Sneha! Even Rishab did quite well and so did everybody else…Thank you God..just One last Prayer… KEEP LISTING TO MY PRAYERS………

Well that's it! The results will be out in less than 24hrs now…the clock has started ticking and life is also taking a regressive radius anticlockwise…I am not in a state of mind to be blogging but virtually I have nothing else to do. I am in absolute muddle…My brain seems numb though I am depending on my computer to feed me info through the means of music that's the only food for thought. "In Dino" is soothing yet I am in a state of shock. I can't imagine that I will be stamped with a percentage within a small span of time. Yes! 10 years of God knows what I did will be rated finally tomorrow at around 3(depending on the ICSE accuracy) all puns intended …. I have already made a 50 phone calls and another 50 sms's all say best of luck…Well yet the two most motivating was of Sneha Ha! You guessed right and Akhilesh Gupta( a one of my biggest lovers)… Yes what he says "That good things happen to good people" and thus this is the moment when you feel tha

Its not about Partying, Pissing or even panting in the Summers.....Its more of what you call you know what...Yes The Ramblings of my little heart somehow goes Pitter - patter at her sight but well I know like she doesn't feel so...Its more of being In an excitable state the love rather overcomes infatuation but well life sucks .Some has in Orkut "The Gravity Is all Shit....Its The earth Tat Sux"Rite he is absolutely perfect but then again it goes on....In 11 its more of a rat race which if you win you will be eligible for one more rat race and if you are not eligible you get kicked out...Hey that should not be the way...I am a simple person but I might just have an ambition the size of a Sky Scraper...Well unrealistic in today's world but very much possible....today is one of the sad days in the life of many Xaverians....Yes Yes Mr.B K Ganguli has retired I have not been fortunate enough to be taught by him but from what i have heard he was an excitable prospect.

The Xaverian debate Club....I am a relatively recent member......It takes place well 9-9:25 dun laugh or get some kind of a bolt from the blue that is our school for you...We do things faster than anybody else can....A one minute speech is gargled away in less than 40 secs.....Thats Nihil Ultra for you....The topics are equally interesting with us talking about....Things Like the Gender Of God...The Generation The Indian Global Power Myth and stuff..... Things in Xaviers is hot now....We are in desperate needs to find time with the South Point Fest, Callisto, RAbindra Jayanti coming close and of course the FA Debate.....Hey its not a hyperbole I am using...Its a fact we are trying our level best to squeeze out every drop of secs from am min...The members of the Debate Club well leaving us apart(Freshers)We have the World Famous Agni who thinks "we were wise but later considers otherwise".The Voices Chieftan Ilmaz Syed....The moderator Ms.Ranjana Bhattacharya is the only good

Hey I was busy as you might have realized I tried many things but couldnt find time...One of mother's Sis got married a few days back...And as you know being a Bengali it was one of the lovliest experiences...It was too good...Meeting every other relative after long gaps actually I was busy wid ICSE before this...It was on the same day as Ab Ash Bash...So a memorable day...The party rocked and the fun cannot be expressed in words.....I Will be shortly sending the video updates but dun have time...And also some unfortunate things in my life.. 1.One of friends going through a severe emotional trauma.... 2.I screwed up My physics exam... 3. was very happy about chemistry teacher twisting her leg God laughed and now I am limping all over the place.... 4.Computer got jacked with MS OFFICE getting corrupt didnt tell anybody ... 5.And a few tit bits here and there... But still the marriage mood was quite an experience I cant wait to have my own...Hey Jokin I dun Really believe in it...But

I lost the battle I lost the strife Of having you as my lovely bride Not because my love was false Nor for any petty cause I was true and so were you But somehow I lost it______ Why? you ask the same reply One small error to judge the length To be fooled by the friendly way That he welcomed you and greeted Has done not much to you But just left me outwitted !

Light is bright Light is gaudy Light is gross Hearty haudy I am weak to weak to see In the light That bedazzles me I am dull I like the dark Where all are same All common larks Where all are black And no ones white Where there is pain But no fight___ I love the dark I love the dimness I am a sordid figure Of forgiveness.......

The day passed by I was alone The dark night awaited me But u made sure I did not cry I laughed and sang I was with you The world looked down upon me But you rushed to the phone everytime it rang We kissed each other It was bliss like the world a vacant space of eternal glory I was sad you consoled me like a mother________ You were the one the only one in the maims That i cud ever have loved When you went away I was quiet My silence spoke aloud of my pain Now all that I know of you Are memories bitter and sharp Of what others tell me about But though I was quiet but still my love was true! Now you kiss your beloved You are happy you smile Thjats all I need as consolation Your joy was my most coveted Remember that I smile In all your petty grins You tear will break my heart My life has ended where it did begin But true you still can't outsmart For the love mine still burns strong The flames still give them light To endure the bitter pang I still would say "I live you" if

1.God won't ask what kind of car you drove; He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation. 2. God won't ask the square footage of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home. 3. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe. 4. God won't ask what your highest salary was, He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it. 5. God won't ask what your job title was, He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability. 6. God won't ask how many friends you had, He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend. 7. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbors. 8. God won't ask about the color of your skin, He'll ask about the content of your character. 9. God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation, He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, an

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AAHAT…. I listen to your footsteps I hear the tears that trickle along your cheeks I cry when I think of you Thy thoughts are all muses Uncertain, directionless leaving imprints on the sand_________________ I am the jailer of the prison of death Where I heart thy haunting footsteps Of lovers away from their lovely brides I am imagining myself as these Basically pathetic I’m but do love you a lot___________________________ I am the motion of sweet hearts beats The kiss of her moist lips I suck the joy and pain from her lips And endure The bitter with utmost sweet I cry to make her laugh aloud I am aware that she loves someone else I am the lone lover in this game But my love is immortal like an eternal flame…………………..

T he Story Of Kolkata The City Of Joy as its called Yesterday! Today! and everyday is mauled By 1000’s of people who are close to it Who have seen it grow bit by bit….. The Welcome of Haora Bridge To the scholars of Cambridge The spiritualism of Kalighat Is truly a feeling apart From the laughs of MAidan grounds To the howls of Nimtola Hounds From the serene Kumortuli to the police Ghar Kolkata is really cool….be it Aminia or Anandabazaar The City has all of vintage glory From the shines to glimmers whory I see through it everyday But somehow its nowadays not as gay! Infested by gits great and small Who have induced politics even in football These imps in the guise of sages Have brought in colors from buses to colleges… Red is the color red it is Bulls fill the city rather than bees Grass root Politics is the aim for some “Fight for Accommodation they tell the foetus “from your mum!” Come on man! have some shame