Its been a long time when I last sat down to write my blog. The time however has not been as cliche as my frequency of posts would suggest. It's been quite happening. The dreams , the hopes or even perhaps the vague Idea that i had about life after school, has finally matured into reality. And yes it is also true that this is not exactly the kind of reality I was expecting. For after 12 years, when I finally came out in the world of my own, the beginning was not as dreamy as I would have loved it to be. Anyway , this is not the place where I will complain, for the other small realization that has sunk in deep in me, is that there is nothing called an excuse. There is nothing called, "because of" !
The queries have been many , sometimes like "Why Me" , sometimes " Why Not"...And it is very evident form this post, that I think I have lost some of the habits of regular blogging... My exuberant vocabulary is under renovation so can't help being simple.
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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