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Presidencian

Presidency College or Rather University as it is now, is one of premium bodies of academic excellence in the country. A perfect concoction of liberal rules, friendly scholars and a vast campus that willingly embraces all and sundry who pay a visit... Making them feel at home, and welcome to be a part of a giant family of brilliance, culture and definitely the spirit ...Now some might just feel that being an outsider myself, why am I praising Presi so much? Specially with Xavier's being my Alma Mater, the only rival of Presi worth mentioning, in its status of a premium college in this City of Joy. It might seem that I am not doing the obvious," TAKING SIDES" ,however for me Presi has been like a dream neighbour. The sense of warmth in its formality is way more explicit than perhaps any visual/vivid displays of affection...The experience was surely a journey worth remembering for just the right reasons...I do not know her name, but DEEDEE, As Rai calls her was also someone

Subho Bijoya.....

Ashanto ek Sohor Chole duranto ek reshe.... Ma esheche bole Kotha... Ekti bochor Seshe.. Ei kota din aaloy aalo Notun gaaner bani Ei kota din, mishti modhur Onek aamdani! Kola pata bhuri bhojer Onek ayojon Anjali ar notun jama Sudhu Poncho Protikkhon! Aj doshomi kal theke shob Kemon jaani faaka Kemon jaani mlaan charidik Ujjho die dhaka.. Ma chole jaaye bhashan raate, Die onek chokher jol.... Ashche bochor aabar hobe Sobai Mile Bol.... Sindur Khela,dhaker kaathi Ratri Jege Hopping, Notun saree , baghbazari 3n maash agey shopping! Bangalider dutoi somoy Ekta pujor agey! Ekta aabar pujor pore, Bidaay belar baage! Gurujonder jaanai pronaam, Bong der handshake Kolakuli, priti suveccha... Iti ABHISHEK. Subho Bijoya...

And A Few More......

Here ... Some Pics i clicked On My Phone....

Better quality Pictures take ages to be uploaded , courtesy my net connection.. However they will be up soon!!!

AJER CHOKHE

Edin ajike, dekhechinu tai bhulechi purano swad keno nichoker santana byapi kalker oboshaad... Sikkha somaje dhoasha cheyeche tin chakar bihobhole... Tel ba koyla kisher bichar jodi jan bahon i na chole... Temni sikkha, chuye jay aj khoniker bhrosto ruchi ghorir kaata tara dey khali "onek to holo suchi" onek to holo, bekar mejaj onek to holo, smriti bichoron onek to holo mithya achar, asuchi joto choker jole, holo to onek sohid shoron. Aro keno baapu,  keno koro eto cheshta adhar jogote mile mishe gele jeta hobe kon deshta... Nomro abeg, nichok kothay, hoy na ki kono chiri... Bristi batash useless tobe, sudhu kajer agneogiri? Tai jodi hoy, tobe kisher bhashon, kisher jetar chhut, kisher neshay unnoti tobe, the booty is there to loot... Je ja pabe. Nie nao tobe,britha koro keno cheshta! Morality, prem, abeg, holo trash.. Jeta chai sudhu raceta. Aji e adhare, bishon jhore, nirobe purche nogno jore! Pabena she sheba kobe kono khaane ortho i aj

EEEEEEEEE!

EEEEEEEE!!!!

25th July...

Me and toai.. made this for Rai. Painting ,after years, it was quite an experience.... This was the front face of the card....

Opekkhar kichukhun...

Mother Goddess Is on her way.....

ALL iN bLACK aND wHITE......

Jeopardised Justifications...

This incident occurred a long time back. I need to think deeply to get the exact date which I presently consider unnecessary . This is about a confused individual. Now the question about who was confused remains a very big question, because we both thought it was the other one... Confusing Well then bunk It!! To get straight at the point, I need to make you realise, that there was gratitude and a dignified farewell wrapped in a perfect combo in this perfect scenario. I shall abstain from nomenclature of the individuals under the forbearance of the privacy that I need to maintain , however each of this incidents in my life are real, and so are the conclusions that I have drawn from them, no matter how absurd they might seem. In this case it is( read: was) a bit heart breaking, for it was simply un expected... In many a case there are instances where despite of the world being a small place you fail to meet your next door neighbor, while in other cases there are these oddly absurd co

Bow Barracks....

This Is My Heart keep It Beating....

Xaverian Chapel

Sometimes I feel Misplaced in this world....From a schooling heaven ,I was forced back on earth... The rise won't be easy... But would surely try to work out the path again....God Bless!!

Xaverian Chapel

Sometimes I feel Misplaced in this world....From a schooling heaven ,I was forced back on earth... The rise won't be easy... But would surely try to work out the path again....God Bless!!

Xaverian Chapel

Sometimes I feel Misplaced in this world....From a schooling heaven ,I was forced back on earth... The rise won't be easy... But would surely try to work out the path again....God Bless!!

Xaverian Chapel

Sometimes I feel Misplaced in this world....From a schooling heaven ,I was forced back on earth... The rise won't be easy... But would surely try to work out the path again....God Bless!!

180 Degree....

Looks The Same..... :)

Ambigram....

That's The Best I Could Do For Now.....

Titbits After Dark

Messaging, possibly messaging is something I do sincerely…. Up to a maximum of 200 messages in a single day, to an average of almost 60-70 daily . Yes! Do not be surprised I am not exaggerating…The "Vodaphone" scheme helps a lot too making it an addiction rather than a habit…Riju, Rai, Tanaya, Maddy Tanay, Sam, sometimes long lost people and of late Pattie are my partners in the crime… A daily dose of night time chit chat, well serves as a sedative , a relaxant…..Insecurity of presence or fear of anonymity or just trauma of being alone , or what exactly I have not been able to decipher…but my day isn't complete without texting… A daily goodnight session with Rai, in general is a must for both of us… The topics of discussion are insignificant but the fact that my fingers are in perpetual motion, typing as if in a frenzy …is what concerns me the most.... If I need to be focused… I have to make sacrifices and what more to me than messages… but then I am still not sure of su

Bitter Truths….

There is a thin line that separates love and close friendship. Living in India, being brought up in quite a liberal family, I still insist that if the friendship is in between two people, of opposite gender , well usually the word "best friends" doesn't really make sense( in most cases as I see around me)… But the trouble is, I being part of one or more such relations find the word "Friend" very meaningful…. Now the big question ????? Would I love a girl who has a guy , supposedly "BEST FRIEND"_____ No! I wouldn't , maybe that's where instincts creep in!!! May be I will learn to deal with it, the day it'll comes… I fear the hour of losing my closest friends one day…in an uncanny twist of human psychology... I can see it coming __________Its unavoidable ,but I wish it's delayed as much as possible… I surely don't love her now, but then would I, if I ever were to lose her… No I guess not….The best part of it though is ,that we hav

ON HER ROOF AGAIN...

MY FRIEND'S LAZY.... THEY TAKE AGES TO GET ME GOOD PHOTOGRAPHS THAT WERE TAKEN IN THIS PLACE... PUBS ROOF THAT IS... SO THIS IS A CONSOLATION PRIZE FOR THOSE WHO ARE MISSING OUT ON THE BETTER PICTURE.....