GOODNESS!=WEAKNESS

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....................

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Beche Thakar Gaan

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, ti...

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Rupsha always had the final say. No matter what Sohail wrote, she had to edit. Just had to. Sohail was a brilliant author, he could paint with words. He could tickle, provoke, incite and excite with his pen but he was too casual with construction and punctuation.. Rupsha knew that after was done with it, it was a perfect piece. She knew Sohail wrote for her, he always had, for the last 6 years she was all he wrote for... Sometimes explicitly, sometimes subtly but the objective was always a nod of approval from her. Sohail loved that look, curly hair, kohl laden eyes and that smile which meant the world to him.... Sohail wrote something today... Rupsha wasn't there to edit anymore... Rupsha saw it on Facebook.... She went through it... It had so many errors... Yet it struck the heart, just as it always did.... But she knew she couldn't correct him anymore, the mistakes were too personal... She had lost the right... Sohail still wrote... Now for...

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