A Little North Of Normality

I do not quite agree to this point at all.... Its quite strange that we are trying to bind the omniscient and omnipotent into a little confinement called gender...After all its the almighty we are talking about so the question of God being a man or woman does not arise... However the femininity of God is truly defined , for any creator can be nothing other than a She...Its just obvious that The almighty has all the features in her to be Woman, a very beautiful and wise of course... The pulchritude aesthetics that's defined in those holy books cannot quite justify the set God belongs to.... However had God really been an woman , I do not quite agree that t here would have a profession(the oldest one ) of course running for so long....There would not have such exploitation and torture on the fairer sex, ever since the beginning of civilization.....It might have been that God is not biased , but I am quite sure, being the Judicial Supremacy of these Universe and being a Woman he

ITS AS BLEAK AS THAT>>>> Ketones are driving me mad...Seriously...I have already spend 2 hours trying to get something in my thick head about the mechanisms of the Canizzaro rxn, but sadly my head refuses to absorb... Its been a long struggle since I woke up at 9 , to try and understand the basic details of this organics species ...And the struggle seems to get more and more hectic with each passing hour... I was so disgusted that I sat down blogging...trying to vent out some of the frustration.... Alcohols had been quite easy to digest , but somehow this chapter seems too dense to diffuse in... I am not yet very well aware of what dissolves a Ketone but I need to find it out soon enough , or else I see a dark road ahead.... There a doom looming over my afternoon activities, for it seems that this family of organic compounds is going feast on my free time... I sure need to get down into some serious business of try

This is not gonna be a tangential lecture of the subject , but rather an insight about why I love or rather enjoy it the most.... To be make matters most clear , I must admit that I am not really good at the subject nevertheless the subject always amazes me....May its because I have a guide who is virtually a phenomenon in this field but in spite of all the hardships that I have to endure to try and comprehend the complex laws of this subject I keep falling in love with it.... The intricacies and the essence of the definitions itself make it perhaps the most realistic of all that we study today....I mean ,there is a explanation for everything.... The variety of it all, yet the unity under a single family is an added feature that we fail to see anywhere else.... This is not a tribute,to the subject for I am too insignificant for it...but just an expression of awe and worship to it all....

Yippee! I have seemingly discovered one more truth about life..You might just say...hey this boy is crazy..how come he realises something everyday...But its not that..it just a self realisation that i quite excited about... I have been officially warned a large number of times to control my over exuberant side..remember writing 5oo lines on an occasion in school for being over enthusiastic...but ever since I have learnt to do it in a wiser way..or So as i call it... Now coming back to the point...As I said i have realised something.... Now i need to give a situation.... Its about a someone...who notices nothing in a mirror but himself...Of couse one would say..what else do you see in a mirror...But i have realised that there are many things that one can actually see, in the mirror... Its no more of "Mirror mirror on The Wall...Who is most Beautiful of them all" but its more of the transition that man or woman has over age.... How different a man or woman can become with every

The nights are no longer chilly...I can feel a warmth inside me.. I feel complete.....Those memories no longer gnaw at my insides... A great sense freedom has somewhere .......Inspired my soul into an ecstatic Idiosyncrasy...I can hear the twitter of those Little birds again.. I can see myself smiling...Its jubliance rather than joy that has engulfed me... Its a passion of success....Whatever one might proclaim...Its a surge of devotion to something pure...The newer challenges of life can now keep me busy... I cannot dump that past of mine..That i love so much..But can i not learn to live above it A desire to rise...from the ashes...an inspiration to show them all..prove all of them wrong... May be the omniscient is paying heed to those prayers...Its a new beginning , newer dawn... the dusk of life has passed, and a new day has begun..with a new motive a purpose.... The mantra of going on..Is so superfluous...How can one..but one can rise..commit the mistakes and rectify them...That

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. This is [erhaps my favourite poem...A poem that always tells me that under the wide eyes of the omnicient how I have walked alone alone all these years..how many mistakes I have made by by not c

Across the streets he was pacing away…dodging all those passer bys…Peopl e watching in amazement...What’s come over this boy today …The tiny limbs covered very sm all distances..yet he was running…panting , sweating profusely…but he was happy today , very happy….The chemists shop was still a couple of crossings away…But he seeme d possessed… The rugged clothes waving in the fury o f his flight… The hawkers were calling him…”Where are you going “? But he seemed too much in haste to bother….’Dua’, A Ble ssing was too happy today…. The fourteen year old had got his first s alary…One thousand rupees…He had enough to buy the bottle of medicine for his ailin g mother…. What an irony in the name itself…May be all the little he had…the only thing m issing was a Blessing itself…. “Ma, Moi tonic aichi !” She turned from the bed, weak and looked at her little..he was all she had…She had lost everything from her husband to her house , wealth everything had been snatched from her

Every afternoon when I feel sleepy lieing in the hot attic room, attending the beats of music on my i Pod ...I wonder what I really am... Its quite amusing that I cannot define myself , of all people its me...who doesn't know what he wants or is... The sense of confinment to my own soul makes me sad every afternoon...With the blazing sun, when people are lazing awwy I do not know why I wonder about such things but I cannot stop myself...There is a great urgency to device the right concoction for happiness which I seek in the afternoon sky... The wisps of white cloud never answer me...just like those friends who are there so close yet so far.... Did you ever wonder how many friends you have? Well many would be the answer everytime I ask...but my replu "Count Again; Carefully"... You will see that all you have managed to do is just lie on an Argand plane...with all those dear and near ones on the Y axis... But there are still people who love you , care for you...even I have

The Three Mistakes Of My Life....by Chetan Bhagat is perhaps one more book which should not be really judged by its cover..The initial hype and hoopla about it all made it quite an obvious craze for the Indian youth(which Includes me too).. The author i must admit is one of my hot favourites after i lapped up his first two books hours within the release....but the third book came to me a bit late....A week may be..but somewhere the craze and pace of reading was unhindered....A busy schedule of the class 12's does not allow lavish reading hours..so had to cramp it up between midnight and 3 in the morning....but to be very true..it was a disappointing experience.... The book was far from reality...it was to fictitious and the events seemed to made out of thin air...not the ideal stuff for Bhagat lovers for somewhere we all want to read those characters where we can place ourselves into... The tale of Omi,Ish and Govind is somewhere a true representation of Gujarat...but far from the

There was once a very small boy...Alone in this world...Not that he had no one of his own...but yet he was alone....How you might ask...well may be the world he lived in had nothing else to offer than loneliness...From childhood to his youth he grew up in his own created biota... A world where he existed and existed his believes...He was not a person o ne would love to talk to ...he was not those friendly types...Alone in school, he used to ponder...while his friends played at the ground...he did his work yet somewhere everyone felt he was strange.... The boy started growing...up.... In the thin line between youth and childhood the boy suddenly started to feel he was different... It was a realisation that was so intrinsic that it was intercepted by none....A tremendous sense achievement creep ed in the boy...a sense of false pride..a sense of superiority ..over his loneliness.... How strange one would way.. .but that's the way the story goes.... At 16 he realised that life w

That's what KING Khan said a few days back as a general statement and somewhere its so true...Its always that way....The very word victorious signifies that you are the ONLY one at that top rung of the pyramid...alone..yet above all...but do we really want it that way..may be we do...but owing to our lacuna..we compromise..the saddist in every man seeks to epitomise his presence over all..All try it..but only few succeed..and its them we all look upto.... The very life of being a superior being is very difficult for almost the greater section of the society but there exists a gifted section well capable of it...The question now is what is the face that i want to throw light upon..to clarify its that darker side of truth that I am trying to brighten up a bit.... Every game lost is somewhere a open display of one's weakness..and frailty...yet man rises from the ashes to relive the momen of victory once agian..in any affair of life......quite amazing that something as short an sim

It was from that very day, the day I learnt to love.... The day I wished to see the Moon... Through the Silver dove... The Dawn in Which I learnt to sing... A moment as a still tree... The day I will never forget.. The hour when I was free.... For all the nights that I cried for her... For all the days I smiled, For all the days I wished to speak... Behind those weary eyes.... The tears I shed for her alone... The words I spent for her... The time that will pass by now... Shall remind me of that hour..... The hour in which the storm was high... The sky was crying loud.. The hour in which every nest Was demolished to the ground.... The moment when the inferno... Could not hear her shrieks... The moment when the silent tree... Would wilt down and weep... Its that hour that I always, The path I Wish to leave... The destination though remains unknown Shall always be what I weave ... For the cruel world shall never give a damn to what you do... ITs like that tree which j

The day she cried ..They all did sob ... They all did sob for long..... For never had they ever Heard such a sweet song.... For my tears it was all a hmmm..... All a paasing thought... Is that all I would ever get... Or the 2nd always got??

The morning was bright as it always is.... ___________________ ________________________________ The evening cool and dull...... I don't know what I miss at night... _____________________________ May be my Momma's Lull....

There are those things in life which you can always aspire for, dream for inspite of knowing that its never going to be fulfilled....Yet we dream as we love to...Those who say don't are simply lieing because for all of us there one dream that would make us elated... They Question Sometimes is as "Did She LEave You Or You Left Her"..the perfect answer would always be "Love Left Us"_________________METRO. The basic entity of existence is never a negative quantity even when the love is lost or a dream is awakened for we learn to live with something even bigger to chase and achieve... I have realised quite early in terms of age yet very late in terms of experience that the important things of my so called tiny existence are virtually very very insignificant...And some where the bigger dreams I have always neglected awaits my reckoning... Its high time there is a change in the path I trod..... Ages And Ages Hence Two roads Diverged

SEEMS I AM TERRIBLY PISSED....WITH SOMEONE!!! THATS THE SWEETER SIDE... OUR HINDI MAM...HELPING RITAM WITH THE SARI.... Yet Another Scene! The Singers... Mama With Mami(Ritam)... Thats The Audience....The Faculty In The First Row....! A Scene From the Play..... Chamar Chacha(Shounak) with Mama.... There I Am.... Hey, What Am I Doing Eggjackly?

The IPL fever is high on everyone. It's a new dimension of cricket that is being explored and thus being a great success in popularity and craze… I have been quite lucky to part of the EDEN family last Thursday , and a witness to the intense on field battle between DADA and Rahul… It was a bad day in Kolkata with the rain and Bandh taking a heavy toll on the exuberance, but the great game of bat and all marked the end at 1:58 a.m quite well… The magical three over spell by Ganguli was a treat to watch specially when the stumps of Dravid were shattered by a DADA arm over… The man with the golden arm did prove to be the best once again and with great fielding skills by Taibu it was a great match indeed…. The fate was almost sealed when the match was about to be called off with the recurrence of rain but the may be destiny had something else in store for the Malya's… It's rather sad for RC that KKR rose from the ashes at their cost … The best part of it all was that the King

This post is a tribute to one of my friend who has just stepped into the blogosphere…. The thoughts that he started, and began with all glory and might, I will continue and elaborate. Why the girls of this contemporary age has turned into something extremely non feminine…I must repeat that not all girls are like this but true most are…rather almost all are...The true explanation or excuse that a girl would give that in a society with all the ravage and roving men around, how can one be better? The very reason for which they are called the weaker or the fairer sex is somewhere disintegrating in every "SHE" society… If life was all about the brighter parts of the relationship its true that it would have been much nicer but somewhere it's the flavor of this complexities that makes life vibrant and variant… The word true love is more a "nerds" world these days where it's all about one night stands and its pleasures…The level of confinement towards personal profi

Silence is the only language I know...The time is high for me to change the ways...Don't know why I love it this way now...but may be the sweet music that reverberates every time i can hear nothing but those soft breaths urges me to be silent...

ME WITH AGNIDA'S LITTLE BRO..... ME....SWAMI VIVEKANANDA STYLE...LIGHTS CAMERA ACTION... THE TEAM....THE MAIN GROUP PHOTO IS UNDER PROCESSING... THE BOY TURNED GIRL...MUAH..RITAM..WITH THE SCIENTIST TANVEER..AND MAHARAJ KABIR ISLAM... ANSIH KAR...THE LEGENDARY SINGER XAVIER'S HAS EVER HAD...ROCK ON!! MAMA!SOURJA BASU WTH HIS ON STAGE WIFE....INTIMATE..HE!HE! THE MAHARAJ WITH THE JHARUWALA..DEBASHISH..JODI SALAMAT RAHE!! ARINDAM, THE BIDUSHOK...TRYING A DHUTI...OR IS HE?? THANKS TO ARINDAM A FEW PICS OF THE DAY..THE BEST ARE YET TO COME!!! There I am back once again speaking about th e things that happened, and things that might take place… But this time is different…The last of school has made me le arn a lot many more things and it was this year that I enjoyed the joy and somewhere spot light a bit too much… The Rabindra Jayan ti celebrations like every year happened this year too amidst lots of ga lore and hype…Being in class 12 it's a legacy that we perform a play and ev