A Little North Of Normality

A Different Feel by Osibek Pal on Thursday, March 31, 2011 at 2:50pm  To, Manimanjari Sengupta THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION OR AN INTERPRETATION OF THE SONG, ITS THE ENGLISH VERSION , OF " BECHE THAKAR GAAN" ORIGINAL VERSION BY ANUPAM ROY, WRITTEN IN THE SAME THEME, HOWEVER THERE ARE SOME OBVIOUS DIFFERENCES IN THOUGHT, FOR THE SAKE OF RHYME SCHEME, LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE THIS VERSION...   Force me to forget a paintbrush..  And learn just light and dark..   Remember ,I wont comply...  Wont Pragmatise life, if you ask...     Banish me from your life's tell tale...  I wouldn't complain.... But ask me to justify my love...   I wouldn't , not if I am slain..     Cause, I have seen it all, known it all...  Quick sand, is not just for the beaches...  It has drained life, breath, blood and love,  let alone petty riches..     Cause, I have seen it all, known it all, tired dreams, losing rest,   In search of passion, my sleepy quest.  And yet, on my moi

In the happy mothers lap Lies are prize of pain All the more the deary smiles His mother is all to gain Hungry days and sleepless nights she pampered him warm in bed she kissed him soft and hugged him tight and performed all he said up he grew a young boy his mother in pride would smile lullaby like the morning sun he shone like an evening Nile Then he married an young girl Pretty as his mom once was all changed in moments time his love was all for In-Laws. Alone and old his mother worked struggling all the way like she did for her son once now its just the other way Tired feverish helpless down gasping in deep breath No one to serve her even water or to love her instead Its blood in birth and blood in life its blood in death as well what s then left in this bloody life whats then left in Hell!

Jani na keno je amar sudhui odhoppoton.... nimno gami, thanda sroter nei ko kono joton... Shob kichu tei mojud ami.... okleshe ebong free te, brithai tai belaye amay... Manush nijer krite... Amay ghirei abeg joto amay ghiei prem... Ami holam prothom buli... Anything you name.. Ami chara, neiko manush neiko bhalobasha... Neiko harer hul bedano... Nei ko pipasha... Bashor raate...Biday belay prothom "Flaker" fuke... Kimba, abar ekla boshe. Kimba mayer buke... Jekhane sekhane pori ami jethay sethay fele kothay guje rakhe amay... Sokale ba bikele... Jar jonno eto kori sei rakhe na mone chupti kore muche fele... Rumaler ek kone... Eto kotha bolar mane shunte jodi chao, ekbar tobe choker joler paane tumi chao... Kanna ar o to dukho ache... Kanna o to bhabe Kadle tumi dekhe shobai... Ashru kothay jabe. Ekla pore, tai she bole... Kichu chai na ami... Ektu sudhu porichiti... Oi tuku to dami ?

For the greater glory we have been seeking joy from years to ages now that has been the only ploy...  Be it through pleasures be it through pain be it through envy anything to gain...  All is not lost still all is not dark there is still a tweeting dove somewhere or a nesting Lark...  In the new year tonight i pledge to my heart to seek not what i cannot get but to make a new start..  To make sure this year is a little better than last to learn from my mistakes and not repeat them fast..  To make amends and withhold the revenge if any to forget and forgive all the grudges too many...  To try and heal myself tonight for that will be all mirth it surely is easier than trying to heal the earth ... ok i know this is very childish.. but then the kid in me suddenly wants to make its presence felt... :)

Shedin bhishon bhoy petam, tokhon bhabtam er por... bhabtam aro onek koto kichu--- sonnikote jhor! Shedin chilo adhar raat shedin tarar majhe chile tumi, chilam ami adbhut ek saaje! Adhar raate bhoy pete na.. Tumi ekdino, jante ami thakle saathe Mrittuo niriho... Tobe amar bhitir seshe holo oboshan, aadhar gelo, anlo aalo onek soronjam... Ratri te aj eka lage, alor obbhese thakle tumi, parte ajo bhoy bhangate, okleshe... Kintu aalo dami boro, kichu to dite hotoi, ajke tumi, dure boro thik aamar motoi !

1. Sharpen your memory.. Remember quotes if possible to add more authenticity. 2. Never bring up fictitious topics. Stick to facts. Don't hesitate to twist facts and add f(r)iction if necessary!! 3. Never 'woof' about a friend. 4. Never 'woof' about someone whom you "woof" to. 5. Amnesia, Oblivion all come extremely handy when confronted with. 6. 'Woof's should be restricted to notorious figures. 7. If it is necessary to 'woof' about those who are popular, 'woof' enough to make him/her notorious (they should not live to tell the tale). 8. For every 'woof' make sure you have an alibi. NEVER 'woof' alone. 9. 'Woof' when u can. Not when you want to.

Its is very weird that there are certain things in life, which tastes good in small bites, Have a bigger bite and the feel good factor vanishes altogether... 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 of being part of a heritage site in the city...Now some might just feel that being an outsider myself, why am I praising presi so much?Specially with Xaviers being my Alma Mater,and 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 per

The day shall end.. And the quest shall cease and time shall forever fly... But our questions will remain unanswered if we don't ask them WHY.. Why we love.. And why we care .. Might seem so lost in cause...  Perhaps it needs the slightest thought or just a minutes pause... What kills us not.. Makes us strong. So well and truly said.. But its wise to not dream of wine Without the morning bread.. We think all day.. We ponder long .. We think and think a while.. But may be work.. And just that bit ,would make up for all that guile.. What makes you true are the facts you state.. What makes you wrong is us.. For we believe in life much less than life believes in us.. It just knows the tricks and trades  The things that make us weak... A glass half full or empty still.. Is a question of the meek. We are scared to ask them back.. Who did drink and pour.. For then you get your answer right. . And so you get a score..

Every life has it's own ups and downs. The vividness of it all, sometimes fades into a blurred ground glass. Life moves on, but this time not on wheels but rather on its knees. To be sitting down to write another depressing note , on Christmas Eve doesn't really make sense. It's even weirder to think of all that " I wish " es.To be philosophical, but a waste of time, and to ponder is to work in the past. Yet I choose to ,for one last time. There have been times when in 2010 , I have questioned my existence. there have been times, I have questioned others only to be questioned back. I have questioned, if life was all about yourself or how the society perceives you. And in a hard quest I have realized that it always is the later that gets the fundamental recognition. It's never how, but where, it's never why, but why not, and even after such a long time I have failed to understand these intricacies, even though I have learnt to live with t

I had gone to see a play. Sounds simple , well not quite, as there was loads to analyse and more to think, than just sit and relax. The production house didn't disappoint me, and provided me with a perfect roller coaster ride, taking me through highs and unimaginable lows in the span of 40 minutes. The curriculum that they had undertaken showed a lot of courage ,innovation but also amongst all those things, one thing, made itself vividly evident, PASSION. The way it begun was brilliant, the stage , the get up, and especially the on stage narrator. The mundane events of life were highlighted in a new light, where everything else seemed to be so pragmatic and calculated. The subsequent scheme of things was somewhat more of a round about approach to the rather simplistic events of life. The work place and specially Cha-er dokan were a total let down and I must say with special care and concern, that without the Cha-Wallahs , am sure the soup would have tasted way b

A walk to remember, and brood about. It all started with a walk down the memory lane to a place which would give us, hope and glory. Google Maps guiding us ever so inaccurately, and McD being a Bitch like always, things didn't look promising. They say its a "fuck up" if your morning wasn't the way you wanted it to be but it proved otherwise., and hence I conclude, Morning Doesn't Show The Day, your way does.... Ha ha! How lame! Thats the whole purpose of being thus, so that no-one understands this , other than myself, for I am just musing. A friend/Bro along the journey seemed soothing despite of all the fuck ups that kept happening....Doped/Drunk Coke never woke up, and Tobacco is seriously injurious health, more so when they are all together, Jerks! And finally, an apparel store, which is the biggest bitch of them all, STOP COMPLAINING, get a life, someone keeps telling me, when I write this, and now Irealizeit's me myself.even Paramoun

The night was young, The lady fair, The wind was fast and strong, I needed to lift the wheels alright.. While she was humming songs. We were stuck, in on road so tight, In mud and clay and murk, For she was a princess of Baltimore, While I was a simple clerk.. Dogs barked, and human scorned The existence of me. Filth and poverty Darkness despondency...were the closest I could see... Fanatic ,frantic i ran away.. In a land so mean and queer... A land where tears were unheard of.. Where sorrows brought much cheer.. Dukkho Jatona, abeg klanti, Kaanna jekhane ghum..Sukhno chehara... Sushko abhoaye...jekhane mormantik morshum... Amio ondho, chinta bondho, Bhebechilam ei prem..Shob daridro, akankha joto. Hobe rukkho molaayem! Ekdin tobe amio jitbo, Ei aasha nie haath,E enkechilam ami shei mayabi, Meyer chitropath.. Abeg amaar ruddho konthe, Tipe dhore mor praan, Je praan jaane na, sukh kake bole, Gaite paare na gaan! Shun shun sabhi, abhi abhi, kabhi,Kar mat

I RACED AGAINST TIME TO WRITE THIS, IGNORE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR, RAI AM SORRY BUT I CAN'T BE CAREFUL, WITH VODAPHONE TRYING TO SEAL IT OFF SOON... ITS NEW YEAR REMEMBER.... The year is almost over, the days have finally reached their next man and they would pass the baton soon, enough for the relay race to continue. The things are obvious, the year has been a hell lot of troubles for me, but then wait a minute, the dearest reminds, wasn't it the BEST you had in years??? And YES! I did, 2010, was a new beginning a new hope, a new era where I changed as a person , grew up to become a man from the juvenile, immature stupid teenager.... The days were shorter this year, ya you guessed it right, as they were happier, and i do not know why I missed the happy days and brooded on and on about some one off unhappy moments... The year gave me new friends, helped me discover the old ones in a new light, it added people in my priority list, it gave me an identity

There are times, when you think of only the negatives. Think of all the darkness all around you. I do not know why i indulge in such a painful foreplay of anticipated calamities, but I do... Dreading the future, scared of corners...Am I hopeless, am I scared, am I too timid to be able to face life as it comes, or a even more pathetic proposition rises in my mind...May be am obsessed with victory, a victory which keeps dodging me, eluding me and sub conscious. May be its a pleasure, to think of calamities, and yet survive to tell the tale, may be I enjoy putting myself in such situations, and try to believe that I would come out unscathed.... Am I losing the plot somewhere, may be... Am I winning battles in my mind, rather citing war chants, just to imagine bloodshed....Does the lost belief, provoke such a gory climax... If it does... Then I feel vindicated, with every fear, feel used at every uncertainty... And... More

With my semesters knocking i think, I shouldn't be writing anything and wasting time, yet here I am trying to cook something up, just to make myself happy, hoping that perhaps I can come up with something constructive.Its sad, that we, would be engineers have this bad habit of disrespecting almost every other profession, and unfortunately or fortunately, we dont even have feel remotely guilty about it. Au contraire, sometimes I feel we're downright proud of it.Its true, that in a country like ours, a professional course is something that we are forced to choose (oxymoronic as that statement is) rather than a life-path at which to succeed. Ad it always must to be a doctor or an engineer. Very typical, extremely orthodox but then one completely undeniable. The most important question though is, why do we feel superior?Now some of my 'humble' friends, would most definitely say, that they am not proud, that they do not look down upon people studying arts or co

The sky was blue for them,Purple it was for me..The trees were green they said,Yellow is what i see !The birds did fly around,Hop and skip that's all...The tides did rise for them...For me just ebb and fall..The hope for them was love...For me too life was long,Smiles for them were sweet,For me the times were wrong.All their hopes are false,If all I hope is right,Why cant there be gray,And not just black and white.Why does hope gives tears,Why does dreams weigh much,If only I could change..The things which hurt me such!Together I know they mean-Nothing but none for me,Seeing the losers smile...I wish I would rather be...The bird which felt its wings,The sky which touched its clouds,Did that bird still fly,Was it rain or shroud..Who shall help me smile,Who and when will I...All my life I wept..And yet I fail to cry..To pour my eyes out now,To throw and forget pains,To start afresh again..Like days after night long rains..May I still win it all,Prove myself am right-Can i still look

dingy lanes, and birth galore Lullaby or a lousy lore,The eggs have hatched, and some more,O mary has a boy....The cow was beefed The worms heaved,the good and bad were sieved..and tried O Jenny has a boy The night was dark as it is, the milk did rot to cheese..I cannot claim what is his,If Maddie had a child..round the world in 290 days,The lane had blood, in many ways,The poor man did squeal for raise...O diana hath a girl...The eyes were two, and hands and shoe,More was there to feed...Sometimes weed, or one mans greed,When kingli had a girl.The little girls did meet one day The thing did learn to crawl,To suck and lick, every dirt,To be a tool for gal...Who did cry, embers fly,When tears do fall on light,For every ounce of finger nails, Someone wins the fight.For the price of girl, the boys run free,As gentlemen we see,In congestion the boys survive...But do they deserve to be

Born Out Of Fortune,Carved out of fear,Painted in vermilion,Smeared in tear,Empathy or sympathy,Forbiddance hath rage,Encased in your shadow,Muttering vows in a cage,You speak like a Cockatoo,You moan like whore,You think in a lullaby,You stop seeking more..The lust laden fury, the urge laden care,its not a sense of comfort, it chokes like a snare...The man did still make love,With you it was bed,Not heaven my sweetheart,On earth are marriages made....Somewhere though, a heart still beats,This one new and fresh,Everything you cant give him,He gets in mind and flesh.Have you wondered why he seeks,Why he gnaws for more,Why he seeks the slighest chance,To mark old and bore,Did you think , did you ask,What lies beneath that mask,A needy man, deprived of love,Or greed beckoning task...Was it you, a dirty deal,Or was it him who lost,Were you worth a litte less,Than the price it cost..Or was it whim, greed and lust,Was it urge to hunt,Was it him who lied in sleep andMurdered ev

The change is inevitable, the winds of change have started blowing, yet somewhere I feel, is it possible? Possible to change the mindset? Possible to infuse a new dictum? Is it even remotely possible to change a 3 decade long ideology, by just winning seats in the Assembly House. Socialism has spread equal poverty, but it also has prevented unequal riches, in todays Kolkata, a man can survive for a teeny weeny amount, without compromising on basic needs, but can the new government support that. Yes, the lady leading, is honest, what she has achieved is commendable, almost single handedly scripting the decline of the Red Empire, but somewhere Bengal is so obsessed with the attitude of socialism that somewhere this might  lead to a terrible withdrawal effect.   The "Right", if I may call it, might think, that walking into an office and proving efficiency is easy, but they are forgetting, that every new blood infused, will still be working under those, who have

YOU HAVE SENT THEM ALL, ONE BY ONE AND YET EACH DID FALL... IN A TUMULTUOUS UNKIND SOCIETY.... PREACHING OF FORGIVENESS...SPREADING LOVE ... KILLING THE INNER DEMON,IN A PRAYER FULL OF PIETY .... WORTHY MEN, HONORABLE YET, OUR DOORS WERE FASTENED TIGHT A THANKLESS GOODBYE IS ALL WE HAD... FOR THEIR PURGING LIGHT ! SIGHTINGS OF THE DARK ENVY, SPARING NOT A SOUL, I HAVE SEEN THE RIGHTEOUS KICKING THE INNOCENT'S RICE BOWL... I HAVE SEEN THE WEEPING VICTIM, I HAVE SEEN THE CRIME... YET IN ALL THIS I HAVE SEEN... THAT JUSTICE IS BUT A MIME.... I HAVE SEEN THE YOUTH STRIVE HARD... FANATIC IN QUEST... YET IN ALL IT WAS JUST BLOOD, THE GRAND PRIZE FOR HIS ZEST.... WORDS ARE FAINT, MY VOICE IS ILL, THE NOTES OF FLUTE STAND STILL... THE NIGHT IS DARK, MY DREAMS ALL LOST..IN SCARY SIGHTS.. AND HENCE I ASK AT WILL... ALL THOSE MEN WHO SPRINKLED HATE WHO POISONED THY LIGHT WITH DARK... WOULD YOU LET THEM GET AWAY, LOVE THEM, QUESTION MARK(?)