A Little North Of Normality

Its been rather boring, the days are coming and going by. The world has been a safer place, a nicer place, a place where the path is straight, thats all we hope for, right?Ummm! The position am in at this point of time, I feel the journey is getting too monotonous, the challenges are too vague, the people around me , too predictable, too familiar.Am I living my dream, am I doing things I wanted to, am I doing things at all, very philosophical are these questions, yet I seek the answers. Low, disturbed, deep down, yet apparently perfect and happy. I am confused about what I really feel. I feel the need to express, to say so much, but I do not have listeners, I feel that those who cared, those who listened, have lost interest. The performance is no longer that grand, the expressions , no longer that clear and provoking....  Ambition is a good thing, the popular belief.. The human emotion, which pushes it, pulls it through, which instills a ruthlessness , necessary for succes...

Amidst the weirdest excuses one can give himself , melancholy is the lamest one....  The life as I know it, is not the one where utopian ideas, reign supreme, but rather something where practicality leads to a conscious utopia. Friends and family are always there, they are comforting but in the end the journey happens alone, the consequences are faced by just one, the glory is seldom shared.  Friendship is the essence of life and I know and believe that it is perhaps one the best gifts life gives to its performers , but then again the performance comes at a price. The definitions of friendship is rather vague, the extremities and generalization of such a definition can be misleading at times however , hope burns bright in the human breast.  I have made a thousand promises, I have kept many, but that might never be enough. Every person you trust and love are subjective, every man and woman who care for you are also subjective and relative, so what is the whole point...

This is a story of a man and woman, no, it's no longer obvious these days. The story is real , and the parts I do not remember I will make up. Okay, please be hush about the fact that, I didint really take any permission before I planning to write this story. Anyway , hoping that they won mind, let me proceed. This was a boy, an Indian of course, I said it's real in the beginning and he was kind of desperate. I can't exactly elaborate on the desperation on facebook, but trust me when I say he was. He used to be a good boy, now if that sounds contradictory , with desperate, then I would be like hey, look at is grades, so yeah good grades made him a good boy. I diidn't like him much , he was not my type, way out of my league, but ya he was kind of fond of me, no not that kind , normal "fond" ! Okay, let's make this very clear at this very point , that I am not writing this, in his fond memories or something, you will soon realise why, and to be very...

Alo amar ruddho golaye Jore jore ney sash, Tomar thother bheja choyay, Kori nako biswas... Kaal ke jara bondhu chilo, Aj ke tara ori, Tomar mukhe beche thakar gaan, Ar tader bolo hori... Prodip sikha santo je boro, Shanti kothaye pash? Pure pure toh shob gelo jole, Ekhono meteni aash? Kak dake roj bikel belaye, Ghor kone bole ghori, Somoyta jaye toder kete, Ami tik tik kore mori... Kaal raate ki chaad uthechilo, Rupor khoje kaalo, tai bujhi shei bihobol daak, Ek fota jalo alo... Byatha je barche,bedona probol, Chaya chumu khawa alo... Amar jibone rong nei kono, Sudhui Sada Kalo ....

Alor shari, Baghbajari, Ma chollen ghore, Kintu sohor dukkho glanir juddho ke ba lorey, 5 din e ki jay ta jeta, Ek bochorer klesh, Ei bole oi sadist gulo thont fuliyeche besh... Ma ki amar jemon temon,5 din e tei tai... Anonder ek ogadh plabon,Dheuer sesh nai! Phuckawala, kabuliwala, muchi theke roll 5 dine te Mahamaya Kataye shobar omongol! Ebochor ta special bodhoy, sesh kichu jon pashe, Next year e bidesh bibhui, shob uccho gyaaner aashe.. Tobuo jani pachta dine, mukhti kore boro... Korte pare Dugga Thakur, Shob sundor joro! Ebochor ta mati gelo, jor ta barabari, Raag kore tai tomar saathe du din chilo aari, Aj ke tobe bidaye belay porlo kotha mone, Tai to ami chutte gelam, er por to phone e.. Steve jobs tao porlo kete, mon ta boro bhari, Ma go tumi abaar esho, koddin ar pari? Ekdalia, Kumortuli egulo to chuto , Tumi e reason, only reason, aar notun jama juto ... 22 e Srabon, bajir rabon, pujor shuru-sesh... Aloker ei jhornadhar...

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...

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!