A Little North Of Normality

The night was dark as the gallows The cold wind was belowing loudly She was alone,moving on and on.... In the search of redress! Why?They wondered ask her A pretty girl weeping on the streets they would wonder But none could feel it really The wonderment struck reply.... The pain of a broken trust ,was there Carrying on the inside of her bosom everywhere.............. I have broken the promised words "Give me pain,Give me punishment"she cried Noone even to hear her please tried The conscience like a knawing warm Kept eating her insides.. The pain was bitter as it could get The clock tower reminded it was late.... A light she saw , far away Fast approaching her... Stunted she was statued to the ground Came the boy, whose trust was in pieces then Shattered like a mirror hit by stone he came drenched in rain............ He embraced the girl, kissed her lips Forgave her amidst all her weeps. Said the boy "Even a flower forgives When crushed.................. the fragnance it...

I WAS ONCE A RICH MAN A PROUD MAN WAS I THEN I CARED FOR NONE PAID TO SOME I THOUGHT MYSELF TO BE THE NOBLEST OF ALL MEN PRIDE GOES BEFORE A FALL BUT NEVER FALL DID I FOR EVEN HILLS WERE LIKE PLAINS TO ME WHICH I COULD EASILY PASS BY I HAD ALL LOVE AND RICHES HEALTH AND FAME HAD I RESPECT ,REVERENCE WORSHIPPERS TOO AND EVERYTHING ELSE MONEY COULD BUY YOU MIGHT THINK WHAT I LACK WELL NOTHING TO BE SURE I AM A KING WHO TILL NOW IS SAFE, SOUND AND SECURE............ HAVE FAITH IN SELF TRUST YOUR SOUL AND ONLY THEN YOU'LL PROSPER APPREHENSION ABOUT SELF CAPABILITIES NO NO NEVER EVEN PONDER....... ONLY THEN WILL YOU EVER REACH THE PINNACLE OF LIFE IT WILL THEN BE A EASY WAY NOT THE ONE OF STRUGGLE AND STRIFE__________________________

I was born in this City Of Joy...where in every lane one used hear those mellifluous laughters....those everlasting words of contentment...the city the heart of the nation is still young....Our city continues to be in the league of the very few who think there are still somethings to cheer about!!

HEY I DID MANY THINGS ON THE 26TH I PLAYED I ATE AND SLEPT.AND HEY I FORGOT TO MENTION I ALSO SANG THE NATIONAL ANTHEM TO CHECK IF REALLY LASTS FOR 52 SECONDS IT WAS BIT FAST THE FIRST TIME AND A BIT SLOW THE NEXT TIME..BUT DOESNT MATTER THE MEAN WILL BE CLOSE ENOUGH...........INDIA LOST YESTERDAY WHAT A COOL WAY TO CELEBRATE THE REPUBLIC DAY ACTUALLY THATS THE SPIRIT KEEP IT UP RAHUL AND CO....................... I HAD A DAMN TEST TODAY IT WAS O.K'(.)WELL THATS IT...................RES ULTS ON DOOMS DAY YA YA U GUESSED RIGHT THE 1 ST MARCH ALL THE SHIT IS TO START AT THE BEGIN NING OF THE N EW FINANCIAL YEAR.................... .........BUT ANY WAYS I WILL W AIT FOR IT.... ......................IT WILL BE O.K. HEY I READ SUHEL SETH SURVIVAL COLUMNS TODAY HE SAYS "WHY DO DUDE NEED TO COOL ARE GIRLS REFRIGERATORS?" WELL HAS POINT ALL RIGHT I THOUGHT GIRLS NEEDED TO BE HOT BUT WE AREN'T GEYSERS EITHER? BUT ENOUGH OF MR SETH THIS MAN IS REALLY THE KING OF SARCASM...

The eye says it all...................confined from the society the black purdah the Muslim women also portray the same intellect through their sparkling eyes.The System should be got away with as fast as possible..................

FOR LOVE HOLDS NO BARRIERS ..................................................................................................

If one day u feel like crying.... call me. I dont promise that i will mak u laugh, but i can cry with u. If one day u want to run away-- dont be afraid to call me. I dont promise to ask u to stop......but i can run with u. If one day u dont want to listen to anyone.....call me. I promise to be there for u but also promise to remain quiet. But one day if u call......and there is no anwser.....come fast to see me. Perhaps i need you. Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will!!!

Stand on your own feet.Materialise your own beliefs.The pursuit on success will be on these feet..............................................For all those who seek something it's up to you..............The more your hunger to achieve the more u digest........................The feet shall not only earn you reverence and also serve to kick aside your obstacles............Nothing comes between me and success.......................................................................................................Friends and Kins will make sure to guide you ..............................with the blessings of the almighty you will succeed.

I am haunted by the thoughts............I am haunted by the beliefs............I am haunted by the approching hours...........I am haunted by the notions i believe in.I have no fear but I am haunted of living..I am haunted by death................I am haunted by Pain ..........I am Haunted By the Raids Of emotions On my Heart....................I am haunted By own shadow...........Why?I dun know .....I dun wanna know....The thought haunt me..............Keeps Haunting me...............I am strangled By the these eerie feelings >....................I am bound by shackles.....Even the spirit is suffocated........I need to break free But how..........................Explain? My last wishes...................Tell me the way of peace.........................................May the souls lie in rest...............Let The sacro-sanct World face the tomorrow...........Feel it ........feel the pain that we have inflicted on others.for we have to.Conscience the Inner Voice makes a prophecy....

Lonelin ess has b e en defined as a dissatisfaction with one's social relationships. It is not clear, however, if loneliness is associated with having fewer close friends or fewer friends in general. Furthermore, t his loneliness may be expressed either as a lack of relationships or as a lack of closeness in relationships. Finally, the lack of intimacy may be perceived only by the lonely person and may not reflect how the relationship appears to the partner. A total of 22 female and 20 male freshmen filled out a loneliness scale and social network questionnaire. Friends of the female subje cts were also asked to fill out the social network questionnaire. Lonely persons listed as many best friends as nonlonely persons and were equally likely to have this choice reciprocated. Lonely subjects, however, did perceive a significantly lower level of intimacy in these relationship than did nonlonely ...

The worry .the apprehension.of whether it would be a yes! or a no!.i really can't bear it anymore.Suspense is fun for the keeper but not for the to be kept...I am worried .of what would chance..We all experience it everyday however for current affairs tune into DD for the India West Indies Series.A win will be delayed By 7 mins and so the loss..............Funny! Well this iS India..

I dun know why but and I dun even try But still I do want to be as sublime as this.Free from emotions.free from attachment.Who doesn't feel hurt when betrayed.Doesn't feel joyous when triumphant.To be precise emotions is a man's biggest weakness.I learnt this somewhere and well It is true.I have realized....................................

Well women are no longer the pawns of chess .They have really become............The Queen.The Strongest Unit of the Board.........Well I am in Men Chauvinist Society but even then Their feat is truly appreciable.After all why I am talking all this You might ask .........................Well was just going through on e Mahasweta Debi's Society Purging Books.It somehow left this Bleak Mark on my heart.But Not being Sarcastic.And By the pic dun you think..And the place scienc ehas gone also has a great contribution Of The Curies..And in the modern Day expiditions By Chawla And Company has Not only shown opened a new dimension of the society but the sad part is still I dun why Some Very orthodox or foolish people consider woman to be omens for misfortune.Well to This People All tat can Be said Is "You are Just too Cheap" Or May Be ooo sorry Blogger just allow obscenity........!

BURDENED WITH BOOKS..................... The mocks are over now its time For the Big one ICSE..............Well the very little effort we have put for the last 10 years will now be weighed on antionalised scale(ISO 9000-9001)Hope So.Did not complete Consumer Education well Enough.Who Cares Anyways...............

Abstract.............. Got this from orkut............This Piece of Crap is Helpful Sometimes...........

I WILL WAIT FOR MY AMBITIONS TO MATERIALISE..............EVEN IF ITS ALL THE TIME IN MY LIFE.I WILL WAIT FOR YOU!

WELL WHO DOES WANT TO BE THE STRIKING DIFFERENCE AMONGST HIS /HER COUNTERPARTS.ITS TRULY AMAZING HOW THINGS TURN OUT IN LIFE .PEOPLE YOU TRUST MOST TURN OUT TO BE BIGGEST HAMARTIAS AND THOSE EYED WITH SUSPICION WELL.!

TEENAGE LOVE IS NOT EVEN A FULL FLEDGED INFATUATION...........................

WELL TO EVERY PATH THERE IS A LIMIT....................SO SHOULD WE FOLLOW IT OR SHOULD WE CONTINUE SEEKING THE DESTINATION SHATTERING ALL OBSTACLES.WELL THATS THE BIG QUESTION ? IN MY LIFE NOW.......

The school has two canteens one officially belonging to the school and the other unofficially belonging to the school(belongs to the college actually) .The sad part of it is though is that the unofficial canteen is good enough and does not need to expressed muh about but the rather official canteen is more garbage bin rather tahn a can-teeen...................The above picture refers to the unofficial canteen which is good enough but the other canteen 's picture could not be collected due to security reasons(unable to disclose)cameras not allwed in school premises(officially).In between such official and unofficial activities ,Panditji the chief responsible of the student's stomach aches runs the canteen near the back field .The man of around 56 yrs has a beard which is even longer and streches almost upto his knee and we doubt it being the biggest lice confederacy of the city.The man and his helpers who help less and do other things more have ruined the digestive system of man...

THE EMPEROR !The new KBC that has started is certainly better in its own way than the ex episodes of this one time public heartthrob of a game show. Yes! Its the Badshah again, King Khan who has done the magic with the perfect amalgamism of humility with humour with a blend of some of his breath taking dialogues(Kuch Jitne Ke liye Luch Harna PArta HAi....Aur Har, Har kar Jitne wale Ko..) The gift of his Rolex to the man from Andhra to console his loss from 320000-20000.was fabulous indeed after all how many would have done it.. The man in the hot seat is one of the biggest stars that bolly has ever produced and he is proving his point much better than king Booker/………….. To be precise King Khan has won many more hearts The Big B could in his initial steps .Though sure and confident was much better in the grave voice(of the great B) the kaccha kaccha pakka pakka lacks the zeal but what rocks is really “Main Aapka Inte...

I am alone and secluded away from the world that doesn't know me .that fails to realize me.But its better to be peaceful than to be in the crowd of myriad moods.........................I will welcome all even if I am Not welcome At all......... I believe in myself and this one secluded individual will one day prove his point for sure.In this I am not at all confused........

I dont Know why but over the past few days this git has irritated me the most.I say hell to telephones today.When its there u cant stop using it leading to big bills in the end of the month and big jhar after that and if u cant use it as u feel as it doent really matter.I hate the telephone why the **** did bell invent this ?

I am mummified.I dun know why but I am .In this world there is nothing else but leg pulling and envy.I dun know why people i trusted turned out against me.who says All this A mummy well no may be not may be every body who has faced this.irrespective of his or her portfolio in the society.It is a strange intution that i feel the same from a few days back that somehow i am trying to hide and condense my ill feeling from moving out just like the stench is absorbed by the preservatives.HAs the Surrounding s or the pressure turned preservatives I dun know but someday this thing will be looked into and that day wont be a friendly day for many I had been fair and God forbid the wheel makes a turn again Someday Somewhere the true man will unleash his actual potential.............................................................................Today they are the chasers one day i Will be.......

THE RAY OF HOPE!!!!! Well Everybody has this emotion.I mean if u dun have it u r no longer alive.Its the sole thought the motve to live a brighter tomorrow a newer dawn ..........I have seen times when the most optimistic have lost all but one thing they never lost was hope.Look wat hope could if can change an "if" to a "when".eg Sourav.But When the closest ones betray it hurts the most.Freinds Are A greatest support and the biggest weakness for the emotional.In the society today emotion has no portfolio.its the weak who have it.haha! I laugh is it! Rabindranath.Tennyson were weak people is it.hitler Was weak............Wat A joke........ Anyways I would still Like to be in that group of emotional fools.It somehow represents the better half of the society....................

These is a perfect example of Camouflauge ................Unfortunately some of our friends near and dear ones are also like these zebra trying to hide those things which one doesnt want to reveal yet will not let go any oppurtunity when to show them when may be ur in a soup.according to my dear friend (thick soup) .Believe in true friends and be careful because aknown enemy is safer than an unknown one..........(one in disguise)

Someone once told me the grass is greener On the other side I paid A visit but I must Have missed For both Looked Exactly the Same Till Further Notice I am in between For From Where I'm Standing My Grass Is Green

THE PRINCE IN HIS PRIME! VICTIMISED BACK TO BUSINESS!!!! THIS IS A TELEGRAPH FRONT PAGER!!!!!!!! INDRANIL MAJUMDAR Sourav Ganguly celebrates after his half-century in Nagpur on Sunday. India beat the West Indies by 14 runs in the first ODI. (AFP) Nagpur, Jan. 21: For 16 months the selectors thought he didn’t fit the Team India shirt. This morning, the shirt didn’t fit Sourav Ganguly. “The jersey that had my name on the back wasn’t fitting comfortably. You cannot bat with a tight jersey. So.…” So he had to borrow one from Suresh Raina’s kit. Just as well. A tight jersey would have cramped the punch in the air with which the once blacklisted cricketer today announced he was back in the business. Millions of fans in the country missed it because telecast rights holder Nimbus wouldn’t share the feed with Doordarshan. His hometown was doubly unlucky: 85 per cent of Calcutta had t...

HOULING! STRANGE! TREE! DROPS OF WATER.....

A'top Chaterjee Building```````````Looks So Clumsy-----------------The City of Joy Alone At The MEtro! In A Scorpio Along Millenium Park........................ MA Durga Always Has A Special Place In Our Hearts!ISnt It? Guess Who!

Beside a greenish field that skirts the gay A Blooming college with unprofitable gays There There in father's noisy mansion skilled to rule Stands high and Yellow our school A fathers severe he was and old and grumpy to view HE me well and every truant knew Well when the cane he had learned to trace On the bad boy's ass's face Full well well they laughed With counterfieted glee at the some his rotten jokes of his for many rotten jokes had he.......... Full of music circling around Karan Singh conveyed the dismal tidings around Yet he was kind or severe in aught All he needed was a cane Which he got The school declared how much he knew How his grey hairs had grey grew It was certain he could sing as well But that is another part of the tale In arguing too Asif owned his skill For even vanquished he argued still With words of learned length and sound Amazed the intelectuals ranged around And still they gazed at the old man And wonder grew How could the thin cane do all that...

When summer comes, we hear the hums Bhisma Lochan Sharma. You catch his strain on hill and plain from Delhi down to Burma He sings as though he's staked his life, he sings as though he's hell-bent; The people, dazed,retire amazed although they know it's well-meant. They're trampled in the panic rout or languish pale and sickly, And plead,"My friend, we're near our end,oh stop your singing quickly !" The bullock-carts are overturned, and horses line the roadside; But Bhisma Lochan, unconcerned, goes booming out his broadside. The wretched brutes resent the blare the hour they hear it sounded, They whine and stare with feet in air or wonder quite confounded. The fishes dived below the lake in frantic search for silence, The very trees collapse and shake - you hear the crash a mile hence - And in the sky the feathered fly turn turtle while they're winging, Again we cry,"We're goingto die, oh won't you stop your singing?" But Bhisma's...

Heard your daughter's getting married, From Posta, the news I carried. Gangaram, the groom you chose, I wish to describe, the quality he owes. Now listen, listen, Hark, Hark! His complexion is awfully dark. His facial cutting, is somewhat round, Rather an owl, just to sound. Education? Oh, just wait! Not so bright under any rate. Nineteen times he had to pluck, Till he left for his rotten luck. Financial career? Poor indeed, Somehow makes both ends meet. And his brothers who are there, Rather inhuman, know you dear. One is stubborn, the other insane, Quite a troupe of hollow men. Oh, I missed the other two Real gems are they, not to rue. One was smart, but now in prison, Forged bank notes, (So petty a reason!) The youngest one in profession grand Earns five bucks from a rustic band. And Gangaram -- is real meek, Weak, feeble, and always sick. But they are royal, Is that clear? Tell you, they are King Kansha's heirs. And Shyam Lahiri of Banagram, Is somehow kin to Gangaram. Over...

Enigma, was the brainchild of Frank Peterson and Michael Cretu. The revolutionary idea was to mix monastic or Gregorian chants with dance beats and rhythms. And from this idea came the unique single Sadeness, which announced Enigma to the world. The song was plagued by contro versy, receiving criticism especially from Churches who disapproved of religious Gregorian chants with modern mus ic and sexual references (the title itself is a wordplay on sadness, the 'sade' referring to the Marquis de Sade where the word sadistic comes from). Because Cretu and Peterson used pseudonyms, much speculation was made as to exactly who was behind the project. The only reason we know today, is because a court-case was levelled against the group by a German choir for using the monk chants without permission. The case was dismissed though as the chants we re considered to be in the public domain, but through that we were made aware of Cretu and Peterson being behind the proj ect. However,...