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Goodbye post. where I stop mourning lack of creativity in naming blog posts. because I know a hopeless case when I see one.

So I moved. From here to here.

So did my blog. from here to here. leaving a lot of inane randomness in its wake.

I suck at saying goodbye. So, goodbye. there. That’s all I can manage.


Note to self.

For the seventh freaking time,

Stop tearing up and then running to the loo where you burst into tears and cry yourself into a raging headache every time you see Barney and Robin together on screening and imagine that Barney will marry that stupid anorexic bitch with a stupid irritating accent who goes by the name Nora and not Robin.

Okay? OKAY? Okay.

Note to self


What are you, SIXTEEN?!

and STOP grinning like a blinking idiot as you type this.  I am ashamed. Chhee.

Artwork on a loola evening

There's a fly on his head. I didn't draw it. It was there when I took the picture. Also I really like to draw people's attention to unimportant details.

Say hello to Theodore. 🙂

Why is it that…

…. men will go to any extent to justify their actions but will hesitate to give/ not give the women a chance to explain themselves?

…..having XY chromosomes render them incapable of being a little less like…say ”men” and a little more, say, considerate?

Why are men so like…”men”?

PS: Also Johnny Castle was impatient, ill-tempered, rude in an unsexy way, a bad teacher who never laughed at his student’s screwups and had a terrible sense of humor. He is so not my idea of The One.  (Though I admit, “”Nobody puts Baby in a corner,” always gives me goosebumps. ). The world is  not meant to ever be inhabited by Richard Castle or Bruce Wayne type men and yet we believe whatever crap the writers, producers and God in general have always been feeding us since time immemorial.  No wonder we are such a screwed up sex.

When my father was young, he made a mistake. He befriended a hardcore IIT embryo.

Waking up to an angry IIT professor almost barking at you over the phone, asking you to solve college standard solid geometry problems in the wee hours of the morning is NOT my idea of how a Sunday morning should start. Stifling yawn after yawn, rubbing eyes vigorously till you swear they will pop out, figuring out what bad karma has resulted in such mental torture, muttering not-so apologetic ‘excuse me’-s while you search for a pen in the dumpster you call a desk while the bloodsucking gorilla man on the other side of the phone is getting more and more impatient by the minute—this is the epic tale of endurance in a nutshell. And it doesn’t help that the mother kept a resentful vigilance on you all this while and shaking her head in disbelief while you tried to remember on what planet and in which century you were taught ‘theorem number 23 stating isosceles dodecahedron….”. For god’s sakes, that man’s a freaking genius (I am assuming they didn’t recruit him because he made solid donations. As if they will need that. The revenue these guys generate could feed one-fourth of the country’s ever-burgeoning population and still leave enough to sponsor the students’ cycles which they use to reach one on-campus illegal secret watering hole to another their classes).

Solution after solution was rejected; both of us started losing temper; he not so subtly while I was too sleepy to care. (I am guessing he might have even cracked a few caustic jokes at my really really unwitting expense). After a precious half an hour of my life had been wasted (during which I’d have performed some act of earth-shattering importance like lifting my semi-comatose body from the bed to the couch) I came up with something. After a much resentful acceptance, man decided to put me out of my misery and hung up after a somewhat abrupt and unceremonious ‘ok bye. Let me see if it’s ok. Call me if you find something new’.

*Yeah, like your ass. *

I have a whole new outlook on life now. Only yesterday virtual dad I and I were busy making a 2.5 Mb Excel spreadsheet listing qualities I want in The One. But today all that is thrown down the gutter. All I want now is ‘not a bad guy’. My idea of bad? Any person who wakes me up before 9 in the morning. General rule of thumb is person like aforementioned man.

Life is simple. So much feel good!   *yes….dripping with sarcasm…what was your first clue genius?*


Asked someone to marry you? Innocent. that is if Soumitra Chattopadhay,Christian Bale, Hugh Jackman, Robert Downie Jr., Arvind Swami, SRK in DDLJ,Amitabh Bacchan in Deewar…<insert a million other names> photos or on screen don’t count.

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty. We Indians don’t discriminate between a kiss and a peck. There’s even a single name for it-“chumu”/”chumma” (considering in Hindi and Bengali that it 🙂 )

Danced on a table in a bar? Na re bhai! Eto drunk o hoye jaina! (no brother! Never been this drunk)

Ever told a lie? Guilty. what did you think?

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Read answer to question 1 and bear with my neurosis.

Kissed a picture? Guilty. of course. Last time I saw Christian Bale on screen, my hormones went more than a little haywire. 😀

Slept in until 5 PM? yes. duh!

Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.

Held a snake? Innocent. Have tried to make friends with one,I’ve been told. no go spin a tale around this.

Been suspended from school? Innocent. from a particular period? guilty. several times.

Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.

Stolen from a store? Innocent. Have contemplated though.

Been fired from a job? Innocent. Guilty. if tutions count.

Done something you regret? Guilty.AMi ki nyaka angel naki?? (Am I an angel?nyaka=sissy in a very very derogatory tone. )

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty. eewk.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty. Yumthang. Katao. Sikkim. 2005.

Kissed in the rain? Innocent. I am generally found in a state of extreme disarray,managing umbrella,bags,hair,muttering curses, getting splashed and looking ready to cry at the slightest provocation.

Sat on a roof top? Guilty. Ki inane!

Sang in the shower? Guilty. I always do.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent.

Shaved your head? Innocent! Whew!

Had a boxing membership? dorkar poreni. (There was no need). To pay for it. My brother served as my favorite punchbag and I had returned the favor generously.

Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty.

Been in a band? Innocent. I can’t sing for nuts okay?

Shot a gun? Guilty

Donated Blood? Innocent.

Eaten alligator meat? Innocent. yuck!

Eaten cheesecake? Guilty. I am tired of duh-ing.

Still love someone you shouldn’t? Of course not.

Have/had a tattoo? Innocent. Btw, do the tattoos that used to come  free with Bubble Count? Then a million times guilty.and a big DUH.

Been too honest? Guilty.

Ruined a surprise? Guilty.

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward? Guilty. Gluttony is a part of my identity.

Erased someone in your friends list? Hann re bhai! guilty.

Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty. I loved wearing my dad’s shirts.

Joined a pageant? Innocent. Remember, gluttony is my other name?

Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty. I suppose. *blush*

Had communication with your ex? Guilty.

Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent. I am usually too hyper anyway.

Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Innocent. I never cry when I am angry. I go destructive and really really mean. bhoy peyona bhoy peyona tomay ami marbo na! (I suck at translations and this last line is from a poem by Sukumar Ray. I can’t dare translate.I rest my case)

 Sorry if the post name looks like an optical illusion test. Go figure it out and win extra brownie points!