A Little North Of Normality

There will be a New Blog Soon... A blog that will host a simple story with a Massive Insight.... It will be published in parts .. So keep waiting for it....to Know Me Better, to realise me all the more... It will be written with the sole purpose of rediscovering several facades of my own life which I generally over look.. I am gonna go back to it again.... http://panacearedefined.blogspot.com/

Mamata: Friends, Bengalis, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury CPM, not to praise them. The evil that they do lives after them; The good(read:bad) is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with CPM. The noble Budhha Hath told you Karat was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath CPM answer'd it. Here, under leave of Budhha and the rest-- For Budhha is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men-- Come I to speak in CPM's funeral. They were our comrades, faithful and just to us: But Budhha says they were ambitious; And Budhha is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Bengal Namely "TATA"Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in CPM seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, CPM hath wiped the tears with threats: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Budhha says they were ambitious; And Budhha is an honourable man. You all did see that on the May 9

Well there are certain things in life that is always special the first time. And am sure you will all agree to be given the opportunity of choosing your electoral candidate is surely one of them... Finally after a long grueling 18 years of my life, i can finally vote. Now people like me , who live in Bengal, generally consider voting to be one of those things that do not make a difference to the outcome. A little of this and a little of that by our honorable rulers make sure that their 32 years of reign remains unchallenged. Now now, I am sure it's not my vote that made the difference , but am again sure that it did invoke a change. When 65% of the Universal Adult Franchise is below the age of 42 years , every vote counts, especially of the youth. Sometimes they "What's Without Remedy Should Be Without Regard",  but sometimes its this indifference that prevents the remedy from being prominent enough to be noticed. The results this year were overwhelming. In fac

Tobuo nobin Niye Esho Aalo Jaha Kichu Subho Jaha Kichu Bhalo Niye Esho Sei Amrito Baani Ja Kichu Bujhi Jaha Kichu Mani Tobu Niye Esho Sei Ekla Baul Ektara Haathe Ja Korbe Jukto Aanbe  Ek Saathe... Nie Esho Abar Najrul Geeti Jaha Kichu Sitol Prem Aar Preeti Nie Esho Shei Raat Jaga Taara SonkotNashini Ek Saathe Jara Nie Esho Aro Notun Sahitto Jaha Kichu Sothik Na Tikto Ba Otirikto Bhalo Basho Sorbo Prothoime Nijeke Somman Koro Nijer Shrishti Ja Kichu Modhur , Ja Kichu Mishti !  Lobh Koro keno Oporer Beshe Jano Naki Lobh Sorboneshe!!! Ache Je Prochur Ache Je Onek Jaha Ache Taha Ekebare Nek Sudhu Ektu Drishtir Aalo Firbe Aabar Sonar Somoy Thakibe Na Desh Thakibe Na bhoy Khudro ei brishtir Konar Ei tuku Ek Choto Aabdar Firie Diyo Na Amaay Nobin,,, Fire Chai Ami Sonaar She Din.................                                                                             Abhishek

Tobu Janalar Dhare Boe Chole Gangay Dhoya Drain Kothay geche outram Ghat Kothay Sorol Prem?? Tumi Je Nissho Bangali Shunno tomar Hath Nojer Sashtro Jaha Kichu Bhalo Chukiye Diyecho Laat Shono Kotha Shono Bejidero Aj Sorisriper bhoy Sonsoskriti Aj Hoeche Fashion Bajaare Bikroy........ Paaro Ki Amay Firiye Dite Ek Chala Sei MA Ma Durga Aj Saban Bedite... Ei ki Notun Spa Chi Chi Ki Bidirno Dosha Chuthchi Poshimo Dike Eta Keno tumi Bojhonona Sohor Sekhana Surjo Je oti Fike Adhara Adhare Sohor Amar Dubche Notun Juge Je Jug Jaane na Sonskritike Je Jug Sudhui Hujuge....                                                                      Abhishek

This one was written In Bengali! However typing it in my mother tongue is surely a pain. So I will choose the easier way, and I also think it will make reading, a bit easier.....    " BANGALI' R FULLSOJJA AAJ BONG' ER SOROSOJJAY PORINOTO...."                                                                                                                               Inspired By Kabir (Er Upor Brishtir Drikpat__) Jani Na Keno Je, Bangali Tokhon, Nomro Abeg Pranto... Aj Keno She Pagol Pothik Nirabeg Ashanto ? Keno Je Sokale Robir Aaloy Ubey Jay Sishir Kona.... Bangali Aj Egie Jete. Tuleche Aborjona !!! Mane Na She Prem, Snigdho Porag, Biddesh Matri Bhashay Saanskritik Aradhona Aj Kotu Kothay Saashay!! College Street Er Boi Para Aj Hoeche Nichok Bhir... Porashona Aj Mekheche Adim Politic's Er Abir!!! Coffee House Aj Out Of Fashion Mani Square Mall Bangali Aj Harie Feleche Graam Mofosshol !!! Kisher Pechone Chuctchi AAmra Pichu Fele Tob "MA"

  This post deals in something which might be very very controversial, but it surely is a matter of disgust to the civilized citizens of the city. PDA is something that I will speak about. I have this strange habit of going for movies alone. Very strange indeed but being single and having really busy parents, I have little chance to go for a movie otherwise. Now last time I went for a Movie, "Antaheen" I was seriously disturbed by the activities around me to an extent that i went to see the movie again to catch it better. I will not much into details for they were obscene and sick, reflecting the shallowness of the modern couples, who seek darkness as nothing but a veil to expose there carnal lust. Unfortunately i had got a back row, and three seats beside the Famous " Corner". And I was busy watching the amazing name roll introduction by Avik Mukhopadhay, when a couple rushed towards the "Corner" pushing my knees with utter disregard. All i gave was a g

It was a dark night... the stars shone bright in the cloudless sky... He looked up.... Begged for mercy... death.. relief ..from the pain... The eyes popped out... The veins.. prominent.... The legs stretched till the sinews squeaked in tension... A drop of sweat slid down the distorted cheeks. Redemption ... Redemption... He claimed Pedagogue in pain!! Clenched his teeth... in the bitter regard for life... And suddenly He shrieked in pain. A morbid shrill cry. that pierced the night sky... send shivers down the spine of the hungry wolves Death was calling.... And then he stopped... A pale blush came over his cheeks... A fleeting smile seemed to appear... He was freed ..