tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9882674306479257642012-02-13T15:46:00.016+05:30Each day is a drive thru history - Jim MorrisonDeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-33960326639628369682011-11-07T20:22:00.002+05:302011-11-07T20:22:34.741+05:30

…is a difficult thing. Especially when one has been through bad experiences. I’d love to be the kind of person who never loses faith in people no matter what happens, but I can’t, and that disturbs me. I hate these thoughts that flood my mind whenever I am interacting with someone. Is the person genuine? Will the person honour my trust? Should I let my guard down with this person? I remember

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It’s that time of the year again. To know what time of the year it is, and why it’s special, you just have to be Bengali, like me. I feel this strange energy inside me. I hear a voice that tells me that for the next 5 days, I will not get more than 4 hours of sleep a day, but I will not feel tired, I will not stop, I will not call it quits till I have lapped up every sight and sound and smell of

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…and you don’t need to. Sometimes it’s better to let things go. Even if it means that someone else will think, erroneously, that you are guilty. After all, you can’t change someone else’s mind, can you? You think of yourself as being in the right, so does the other person. Different perspectives, and trying to change it is like someone asking you to find a new way to walk. Just can’t happen.

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I guess your life and everything related to it changes when you start saying no to certain things. When you start saying no to cigarettes, when you start saying no to alcohol, you suddenly find yourself without friends, because all of them still drink and smoke. I was at a party tonight. I decided not to drink because it’s a weeknight, and I quit smoking in February. So suddenly I’m not part of

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-25763852012119134032011-09-27T20:11:00.000+05:302011-09-27T20:11:17.870+05:30

Really. What has changed that has changed me so much? Some things about me have changed so much that I am surprised with myself. I always thought I was the super-cool, “I don’t like crowds”, I hate festivals, I just want to be home no matter what’s happening in the world kinda guy. I’ve spent years being that boy. But of late, that boy seems to be vanishing. I find myself looking forward to

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The sky is a brilliant blue today. The kind of blue that makes me happy. The kind of cloudless blue that makes me smile, and want to fly. I wish there was someone special to share this with. I wish things hadn’t fallen apart. But I am grateful. I have people who will answer every question I ask, who will pick up every time I call, who will reply to every stupid text I send. I may be lonely, but I

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It’s hard to let someone go. It’s hard to build your life around someone and then watch her walk away. It’s hard to be self-critical, and constructive and learn from your mistakes when it feels like cutting off your right hand. It’s hard not to yearn. It’s hard not to think “what if”. It’s hard to have perspective, or to remember what made something so right go wrong. It's hard…

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Maybe it’s something about me. Something that people find difficult to trust. Or maybe the reasons I give just aren’t good enough. Or maybe, we have just forgotten how to trust. Maybe paranoia is something that has been bred into us. I have always been curious. As a child I had loads of questions about things and people around me. I wanted to know what people did, I wanted to know how things

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It will come when it comes, and when it comes I’m powerless to stop it, so why brood over it? – Satyajit Ray on deathI heard that a very long time ago, in an interview that I saw on television, at an age when the concept of death hadn’t really sunk in. Things have changed since then.A couple of weeks ago, in the early hours of the morning I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. It was a close

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Ok, let’s begin with what Opeth is. Opeth is a progressive death metal band from Sweden. For those of you who have no clue of what I’m talking about, heavy metal is a sub-genre of rock music, and according to wikipedia, it has “a thick, massive sound, characterized by highly amplified distortion, extended guitar solos, emphatic beats, and overall loudness”. Got that bit?Now death metal, is a

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Before we begin, a small warningCIGARETTES CAN, AND WILL KILL YOU. IF YOU DON'T SMOKE, DON'T START.Okay, so I haven't really written anything that I consider poetry in quite a while. April convinced me to write down some thoughts and feelings that were randomly zipping through my head, and I did, and thought the results were not too bad. But as always, please be kind with your comments :)Let me

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I can’t seem to write blogs consistently. I can’t go to bed at a decent hour. I can’t seem to work out regularly and keep my weight down. There are so many things that I want to do, that I know I should do, that I tell so many people to do, and yet when it comes to it, I can’t seem to do it. I don’t know why.Anyway, I’m going through another one of my “phases” I think. I’m depressed, lonely,

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-38958990868151510102010-06-21T15:37:00.002+05:302010-06-21T15:39:23.636+05:30

A small sample of questions I have to answer on a daily basis…Deep…how do I drag and drop files in a laptop?Deep…how do I add reverb to a voice?Deep…how do I edit this song?Deep…how do I make this font larger/smaller?Deep…how do you make your excel sheets colourful?Deep…why is the volume so soft on these speakers?Deep…what laptop should I buy?Deep…which brand of wireless headphones would you

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Ok, so I’ve disappeared again, I know…sucks, but I just can’t seem to get my act together. On the positive side, I’m sleeping a little better, mostly earlier, on most days I can actually manage to get to sleep before 3 A.M., which is a vast improvement over my previous record. I’m also getting some amount of reading done, which is awesome. But I just can’t seem to understand how to share time

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-3924278940693402582010-02-26T20:13:00.001+05:302010-02-26T20:17:51.525+05:30

There have been a couple of resignations in my office this week and although they haven’t been accepted yet (the company has asked for time to resolve the issues these folks are facing), it got me thinking.I’ve faced this from colleagues before; water cooler conversations about how someone else gets paid so much more for apparently doing so much less, and every single time I hear someone saying

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In my family everyone cooks. I do mean everyone. My little sister (ok, she’s like 21 now, but she’s always gonna be little to me!) has been interested in cooking ever since she could walk, and is an awesome cook right now. My mom does most of the everyday cooking, and special occasions are taken care of by dad. Me? I make the Sunday lunch. Actually I make the interesting things like Chinese style

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-59604094894117650772010-02-23T22:47:00.000+05:302010-02-23T22:51:55.182+05:30

Sounds kinda like Seven Years In Tibet doesn’t it? Well, it was an experience. I’m no Barney Stinson, but even I’d say it was legen…wait for it…DARY! It’s always fun for me to got to a place which is so very different from the world I’m used to. The culture, the language, the different way of life, all these are things that fascinate me, and I got a good chance to explore them all on this trip. I

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-26635197040338467122009-12-02T14:44:00.002+05:302009-12-02T14:49:24.045+05:30

Were you ever a fan of “The Wonder Years”? Then you’ll remember the episode where Kevin walks out of home saying he has to “find himself”. Apparently that’s something that all people do, or are supposed to do, hit the proverbial road, try different things, and then finally settle on something that you want to spend the rest of life doing, find something that defines who you are, “find yourself”.

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I’ve been away for a while. No major reason, just life, and things happening, and being busy, that kinda stuff? Know what I mean? But I’ve missed you guys, and so I thought I’d start with the proverbial bang. This is something I’ve been talking about with an old friend today. Basically the girls versus boys debate is something I never tire of. I am always fascinated by how things work differently

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-83459239557764273512009-09-28T12:28:00.036+05:302009-09-28T15:17:12.238+05:30

I'm not too enthusiastic about festivals. I guess I'm a little weird that way. All the lights, the people, the noise, they just get to me after a while and I begin to crave silence and solitude. So, I was never very excited about Durga Puja, which is the single biggest thing in Calcutta. This year, I guess I made an exception. I didn't go around pandal hopping all over the place, just a few

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You know how ice cream ads always show someone pouring dollops of honey on vanilla ice-cream? Well maybe they don’t do that in your part of the world, but in my part, they do. So, I’ve got two blocks of ice-cream in the fridge, vanilla and chocolate. I have the chocolate sauce too, but then I also have some honey. So, after a generous amount of Jack Daniels in the evening, and my mother’s

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Why is it so difficult to find someone you can share your life with? I’m not complaining about my relationship or anything, just wondering. I mean, you just want to live with someone, spend some quality time together, romance, togetherness, helping each other out, having a good time, all that stuff. Why does it have to be so complicated? Why does it have to be so difficult?Compatibility I guess

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-56728572488299029552009-08-22T18:10:00.004+05:302009-08-22T18:13:06.938+05:30

It was going to be, but it wasn’t. I wake up late on Saturdays, and go to office really late, since there generally is less work to do, so I’m normally a little annoyed when someone calls me up early on a Saturday morning and wakes me up. Around 10 am my marketing head calls me up, Asha Bhonsle is coming to the studio and they need a guitar as a prop for a photo, do I have one. I have two infact,

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-10441521190409484462009-08-21T15:14:00.004+05:302009-08-21T16:40:38.913+05:30

It seems strange for someone half-way around the world to be obsessed with an American radio personality, and yet I am, and I find the more I listen to him, that more than music, humanity has one common language, that some thoughts, feelings, transcend all boundaries of time, religion, race, nationality, and all these walls that we build all around ourselves.I had an incredible revelation last

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-22184763494012453412009-08-03T16:48:00.009+05:302009-08-03T19:59:21.568+05:30

Eyes closed but I'm awake; lucidity,My limbs like an aging tree, paralyzed,Invisible ropes of torpidity,The sandman’s curse has me hypnotized!Trapped in a world of endless darkness,I panic and squirm and struggle and writhe,Immobilized by an unseen harness,An unwilling horse on a fear-filled ride.My lips remain sealed against my wishes,They stifle my terrified screams for aid,As I struggle, my

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-24186349176374146162009-07-09T18:18:00.004+05:302009-07-09T18:23:54.853+05:30

What do people mean when they say that they want to “get to know each other”? This is what I was thinking about and I thought I’d pen down some things about myself, things that anyone who wants to know me should know. I ended up writing a lot of stuff, so please don’t bother reading this unless you want to “get to know me”, and I warn you, some of this stuff is gross, and very personal.I am about

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-36569971193861048492009-07-03T13:44:00.003+05:302009-07-03T13:59:54.501+05:30

The old get old and the young get stronger,It may take a week and it may take longer,They have the guns but we have numbers,Gonna win, yeah, we’re takin’ over, Come on!!!(excerpt from the song Five To One by The Doors)

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-10408590971127123592009-06-27T19:23:00.004+05:302009-06-30T16:12:57.438+05:30

The biggest name in contemporary Bengali music, Bhoomi, is on a 9 city tour of the United States. If you are in Chicago, Boston, Houston, Atlanta, San Diego, Phoenix, Raleigh, Kansas or Virginia, then they are coming to your city!For those of you who don’t know about Bhoomi, they’re the most popular, and probably the most commercially successful folk music group from my hometown, Calcutta. They

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-8279428911749260532009-06-25T21:09:00.005+05:302009-06-25T21:12:10.845+05:30

...another fight...and I stand here, utterly alone, staring at an aircraft taking off over the neon-dotted landscape, listening to Whitesnake and dreaming about worlds so far away...and so different, from mine...

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-70810153193390888402009-06-22T13:26:00.004+05:302009-06-22T13:38:56.645+05:30

Yeah baby!!! Sorry for doing the disappearing act on you guys, but I kinda needed a break, things weren't going right, blah blah blah. Well, I am back, and I'm back with an award! From April...Thank you sooooooooooo much April, my first blogger award! But there's more to it than just that, read on......the rules1.link the person who tagged you.2.copy the image above, the rules and the

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For those who have read my previous post on the perilous situation in the Sunderbans, here is a story of hope.At approximately 9.30 pm IST, yesterday, the 27th May 2009, Sandeep calls me up from his village in the Sunderbans and the story he has for me is horrific. Bodies floating everywhere, five and a half feet of water at high tide, every single home washed away, all drinking water

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-65725094495152398972009-05-27T19:53:00.001+05:302009-05-28T16:09:30.232+05:30

For those of you following me on twitter, I was posting updates of tropical cyclone Aila as it made landfall on Monday, 25th May, 2009. While Aila missed Calcutta by just a tiny bit, the devastation it caused was substantial. More than 1800 tress uprooted, telephone, water and electricity services disrupted to thousands of homes, and approximately 18 people dead in Calcutta alone. I did not

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…totally jammed, too much stuff to do, and I just can’t handle it. I just feel ill thinking of how many more miles I have to go tonight before I can finally sleep. I am tired, I am weak, and I am losing faith. I feel lonely, abandoned, unloved, and as I sit typing this, Sting’s Fields Of Gold starts playing on the iPod, and I just feel liking crying…but the tears won’t come…

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-64070875413357326462009-05-21T18:52:00.005+05:302009-05-21T20:32:31.881+05:30

Have you ever read the story “The Rocking Horse Winner”? I am rather like that boy in the story. Somehow, money was always a bit of a problem when I was growing up. Being sensitive, I was always acutely aware that I wasn’t quite like my friends. They somehow seemed “better” than I was. They had pocket money and I didn’t, they had all this cool stuff, which I always wanted, but my parents would

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-6157711463797966592009-05-15T17:54:00.004+05:302009-05-15T18:02:36.208+05:30

"That's our tragedy... No matter how high we get, they still look down at us…No matter how many awards or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is, it's still not enough. We still feel like the little man. The loser. They told us we were a hundred times, the smart asses in college, the high ups. The well-born. The people who's respect we really wanted. Really craved.

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-49771308626047546582009-05-13T14:02:00.003+05:302009-05-13T14:11:47.172+05:30

...now all that's left to do is to sit and wait and see if my horse wins! He he ha ha! Whatte funn!!!

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-61228818750493701502009-05-12T17:32:00.005+05:302009-05-12T17:36:20.957+05:30

The heat in Calcutta,Was boiling us alive,I was having serious doubts,If I would survive.The wind that was blowing,They said was called a “loo”,It was hot, and it was dry,And it was sunny too!I spent my afternoonsIn office, cool and nice,But air conditioning is addictive,It really is a vice.For when you step out of it,You experience withdrawal,The constant sweating is bad enough,To make men and

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-59184335379512691822009-05-11T15:07:00.004+05:302009-05-11T17:31:19.323+05:30

1.Discovered that lying down in a room that's about 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit) can make you feel totally pooped even if you’re not doing anything.2.Refused to believe that Van Halen III is the worst Van Halen album ever, downloaded it, heard it, and then agreed that it truly is the worst Van Halen album ever.3.Added the albums Jailbreak and Fighting by Thin Lizzy to my iPod.4.

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I’ve actually done this once before but it’s too much fun to not do again. Here are the rules –1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!Since I finally have an iPod, I put it’s 2707 songs on shuffle, and here’s what I got -IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?However Much I

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-44332202552370933202009-05-06T00:13:00.004+05:302009-05-06T00:48:25.635+05:30

So, there was a big storm on Sunday, which took care of all our heat woes, and this is my first video blog of that storm. I am not very good at impromptu running commentary, as you will discover, but all things considered, it's a fun video. Watch and let me know what you think. Incidentally, it was shot in it's entirety on my Sony Ericsson P1i. These storms are called Norwesters, and are very

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What does it take, to stand in front of a column of tanks and say, “as long as I am alive, I shall not let you pass”? What does it take to confront a government, an army, a power many times larger than you, and say that one word, “no”? How powerful does your faith have to be for it to take precedence over everything else, including the instinct of self preservation? I have been listening to Rage

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-24980000466729181982009-04-28T17:51:00.003+05:302009-04-28T17:58:43.768+05:30

Ok, not so much the whole hunting culture and I find what they do with the seals to be just ghastly, but otherwise, WHAT A COUNTRY!!!Crime is low, people aren’t afraid of anything much, a lot of people are in fact so secure that they leave their doors unlocked at night(says Michael Moore)! The government healthcare plan totally rocks, the weather is fantastic, the landscape is fascinating, some

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-51316615342509690402009-04-27T17:45:00.002+05:302009-04-27T17:50:42.188+05:30

STATUTORY WARNING - THIS IS GOING TO BE A POST DISCUSSING TOTALLY GROSS MEDICAL PROBLEMS. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT, DON’T READ ANY FURTHEROk, so, the heat wave as I have already said in my earlier post, continues unabated in Calcutta, and I am now discovering that it can cause a lot more than just plain discomfort and sweating. I was doing a bit of running around all of Sunday, cleaning up my rooms

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So, it’s 40 degrees Celsius in Calcutta (that’s 104 degrees Fahrenheit to all you folks in America), and the humidity is pretty low, as low as 20% in the mornings. I don’t mind the low humidity at all, only people seem to be getting a lot of heat strokes all over the places. 5 people have died from the heat in West Bengal already, most of them tourists. The weather department is saying that such

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You know I had a great post all lined up. But I can't write it, because of what happened tonight. When I got off the cab in front of my house I thought I heard a little kitten squealing, like a really tiny kitten, lost and calling for it's mother. I pulled my headphones out of my ears, trying to locate the sound, but couldn't hear anything anymore. Once I was back home, my sister called from the

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…with my new iPod. It’s brilliant! It’s amazing! It’s one of the best things I have bought in recent times. The fact that it can hold 160 GB of data means I can rip in all my CDs in lossless quality into the thing, no more mp3 business. It’s almost like a new way of life. Now every night for an hour or so, I rip in CDs into the iPod. I am a classic rock freak, so a lot of that is now getting into

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I have me a new gadget. The big, fat, heavy, 160 GB iPod. And that has become part of what is a new beginning for me. Now with storage space this huge, I can rip in my entire, and excuse my lack of modesty, MAMMOTH CD collection, in lossless quality, so my whole rack goes with me wherever I go from now. After reading your responses to last night’s rather depressing post, I decided to do something

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Is the journey more important than the destination? Or is the journey itself the destination? I have gone through life looking to get somewhere. I am in a relationship with someone and hope to be with her some day, that’s the goal, that’s what I’m working towards, that’s what I hope things will be like. But is that how it should be? Or is this thing that we are in now, this path more important

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...and this one should be on the main page and not just in the comments column. Inspired by that one line of poetry that I had in my head, here's another poem by April (not this April, THAT April)...The Dead arean Ocean tide,Reaching outto the living.The heavynessof the wavesfill our boneswith the chillsof wordslost or forgotten,better left unseenand unheard.For are we allnot in some way,dead?

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After a very long time, something happened to me. I felt a connection, a human connection, developing through the vast ether of cyberspace. Two fellow bloggers, took one line of thought that I had and turned it into two full poems. I am just overwhelmed that someone would do this. I shall treasure these two gifts, and they shall forever remind me of the basic goodness of human nature. Breeze and

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Have you ever seen the 2007 film Sunshine? It’s one of those films that is so massive in its implications, that I was totally overwhelmed. In the distant future, our sun is slowly dying. If the sun is extinguished, that will mean the end of all life Earth. So a spacecraft, fittingly called Icarus is sent, with an atom bomb the size of Manhattan island on board, and given the task of delivering

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I’m sure you’re acquainted with notorious Ugandan dictator Idi Amin? The man engaged in all those delightful things that military dictators are known for, persecution of ethnic minorities (particularly Indians), human rights abuses, extra-judicial killings, genocide etc etc. All in all, a living, breathing nightmare. I suddenly remembered hearing something about him on the radio some years ago.

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…a quick-fix generation and I don’t like where we’re going. It’s really disgusting how people just don’t feel the need to think about anything they do anymore. You meet someone, know him or her for two weeks, and get married. Six months later you can’t stand each other and get divorced. Why not spend some more time with the person, get to know what the person is like, figure out if you’re

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The last two films I have seen both have the holocaust as their subject matter, and I’d like to share my views on both of them. I shall start with The Reader.I have seen a very large number of films on the Holocaust, and many of them have approached it from different angles. There are the films that deal with the victims (Life Is Beautiful), German collaborators who help the Jews (Schindler’s

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Now, there are those that can write beautiful poetry, like Breeze, and I hope this little game doesn't offend someone like that, but I found this on Jyotsana's blog, and just couldn't resist giving it a try. Basically, it's another one of those random games, and happens to be about putting together a poem from what appears to be random lines. Here are the rules...Go to "wikipedia" Hit “random”or

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I have seen a lot of weird stuff, but this website really takes the cake! You pay a monthly subscription, and a computer says your daily prayer for you, just in case you wake up late, or forget to say them. And you can get discounts for bulk purchases, discounts for children's subscriptions, and they even donate money to charity! Are these people for real? Who on earth comes up with ideas like

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“…it will come when it comes, and when it comes I am powerless to stop it, so why brood over it?” – Satyajit Ray on death.Does knowledge of death make it easier? Or harder? Would you be happier if, at the moment of death, you knew exactly what was happening to you, and that you were in fact, going to die?My maternal grandfather was a doctor, and did not survive the second major cerebral attack he

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The filth and the fury is an expression used by the British press to describe The Sex Pistols. With the election campaign having begun, the filth is clearly out there, and the fury is in here. On the one hand we have candidates distributing money to get votes, and now, closer to home, Dinesh Trivedi, Trinamool candidate from West Bengal, has been caught on camera distributing hearing aids and

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I stole this one from Roop's blog. Here are my resultsI am supposed to be "...private, does not appreciate strangeness, not adventurous, not spontaneous, follows the rules...", which is kinda boring, but I am also "...very loyal, faithful, and dependable...", which is better. Try this one for yourself. It's fun!

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Yes i do. I do I do I do. My girlfriend thinks I am boring, and weird, my grandmother thinks I am "antisocial", (she probably means unsocial), and all my colleagues keep convincing me to to try it, but I HATE it. And I don't see what the big deal is either. It's one of the messiest things around, and I know about folks in Delhi who get only organic colours to play with, but in Calcutta, what you

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Time I responded to this tag from Reema. My top 10 favorite Bangla songsA great part of my choice is dictated by what's available on youtube, and some songs I've put up just for fun, and it's not in any particular order...Fossils - HasnuhanaFossils - Ekla GharFossils - Aaro EkbaarMohiner Ghoraguli - PrithibiRabindranath Tagore - Tumi Robe Nirobe (Kuheli OST)Black - PrarthonaadCactus - Mon (Neel

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Just watched the new Tom Cruise film. I had read about the plot to kill Hitler before, but this was the first time I saw a dramatization on screen. There are several things about the film, and indeed the entire plot, that bother me.Firstly, the plan was put into action only nine months before the end of the war, when the Germans knew the Allies were coming, and the end of the war was near. So

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Who is she? She is Anne-Sophie Mutter. Only the prettiest, daintiest, the most talented violinist EVER! When I see her playing, everything else ceases to exist. She is also a multi-millionaire, two time Grammy award winner, and a 46 year old mother of two. But I would kill to meet her once...just once.

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I've been thinking about writing this post ever since the film got nominated for the Oscars. What is so great about Slumdog anyway? I've seen the film, and frankly I cannot find justification for either the awards, or the huge "Indian" hype surrounding it. Let's do this one thing at a time.First, Slumdog Millionaire is not an Indian film. It is not produced or directed by an Indian. It is based

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121As a 1930s husband, I amVery SuperiorTake the test!My second post for the day. Now there's something that doesn't happen often. But this one was huge fun too! Try it out, it has options for both men and women. Thanks to Roop for this one!

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You Belong in AmsterdamA little old fashioned, a little modern - you're the best of both worlds. And so is Amsterdam.Whether you want to be a squatter graffiti artist or a great novelist, Amsterdam has all that you want in Europe (in one small city).What European City Do You Belong In?Got this one from Chrysalisdreams. Try it out. It's fun!

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These are some quotes from letters that The Telegraph published today..."...are the pub-going girls doing any good to society? Are Valentine’s Day celebrations models of sobriety? Are drinking and dancing by women in pubs signs of health for the social and cultural lives of the nation? The Sri Ram Sena’s initiative to stop such foul practices has not been a crime then...""...India may be a

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So, here I am, at home, and sick (fever,body ache, sore throat), so what else can I do? I'm going to tell you about the absolutely perfect Sunday that I had. I woke up around 8.30AM to the sound of small hands knocking on my bedroom door. I open them to find my kid sister, standing there with my morning cup of tea. Brilliant! I think. By the time I am through with the tea, I begin to notice that

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This makes me mad. Very very mad. Apparently Salman Khan's new film "Veer" was being shot in the Amber Fort, and the film crew randomly drilled, dug, demolished whatever they felt like in this four hundred year old monument. And it happened with full knowledge and permission of the Amber Development Authority. I'm sure some governement official somewhere must have made good money of this nonsense

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Just finished watching the new film The Lodger. It's based on an Alfred Hitchcock film of the same name. I cannot help but feel how Hitchcock would have done so much more with so much less in a movie. Don't get me wrong, it's a great film. Thrillers have always been my personal favourite. But this is just too "Hollywood". Things are a little too loud. Not much space for subtlety. You have the

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After a long time I feel this overpowering, all-engulfing, destructive, unguided, pointless, mindless anger bubbling up inside me. I want to scream. I want to break some stuff, cause some destruction, go on a rampage in a booze fuelled haze. Maybe I am just losing my mind. Maybe I am just tired, of arguing, of fighting, of screaming, of all the general nastiness. I just want out…

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A friend was recently in Kolhapur. She works in the same radio network that I work for and wanted the breakfast show hosts in Kolhapur to put the recently launched “Bell Bajao” campaign on air. To her amazement the team coolly informed her that it wouldn’t work, because the vast majority of women in Kolhapur believed that it was the man’s right to beat up his wife. She being from a liberal,

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Come out of office feeling totally mind-fucked, like you’ve pushed your brain too far and it just doesn’t wanna take any more of fast decision making, like a car with a radiator that’s spewing steam. You realize that life’s too fast and what your brain wants is some slowing down. You come back home with your favorite drinking buddy in tow, and with some cutlets and chilli chicken from Dicky’s on

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It may seem silly to you to be upset about the death of someone I didn’t even know, but I am. Yes, it wasn’t someone I knew in person, but in a way, Richard Wright of Pink Floyd was a person I knew. I knew that he understood life in the same way that I did, and I knew him, because he used to talk to me, through the notes of the keyboard, he would talk to me, and when I heard him playing his

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In many ways Disney Pixar has come to represent the best in mainstream Hollywood entertainment, films that showcase the greatest achievement of what many people will agree is the world’s greatest film industry. Their latest offering, Wall-E is just such a film.Several hundred years in the future, the earth is a lifeless, abandoned garbage dump. Ruins of what was once a massive consumerist culture

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I’ve taken on way too much work, much more than I can handle. And the worst part is that it is just not in my nature to be able to handle performance pressure. My hobby seems to have become wasting time. My idea of a vacation is drifting. I don’t like being on my toes all the time. I can only do it in spurts. So I run around, sometimes breathless, sometimes just plain losing it, trying to finish

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GPRS is a terrible way of blogging,but let's see if I can actualy do this.If it's not too big a pain,then maybe I can give you daily updates from bed,and better yet,daily updates when I'm on vacation..For now,thiis is what the bedroom looks like at night....

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Melodius, moody, dark, soft, melancholy, drving, I can use many seemingly contradictory adjectives to describe the new Death Cab For Cutie (DCFC) album. The album is called Narrow Stairs. Is that perhaps a reference to the human mind in any way? I don’t know. What I do know is that this is a remarkable album for many reasons.I’m apprehensive when it comes to new American bands. Because I just can

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Shall I buy this…Whaddya say??? Huh?? Huh?? Huh??

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If today’s “bandh” was to protest against price rise, I have the following questions1. How will shutting down a city help in bringing down prices?2. Won’t causing millions in lost business actually drive prices higher?3. Why can I not go to work because eggs cost more? How is there any logical connection?4. If the government isn’t selling the things that cost more, then it has no direct

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I got that............and those.......and I'm as happy as a puppy!!!

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For some funny reason, the music you grew up listening to, is always the best music to you. Well, that may be a bit extreme, but you have to agree, it does have this strange adhesive power. You never quite forget those songs, even if they are as distastefully disgusting as 90’s Bollywood, which, incidentally, is what I grew up with.In my case, the same seems to apply to movies as well.

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"...this conflict between the old and the new, between the dying and the nascent, is the essence of our civilization…” Josef StalinThis conflict is the basis of Star Wars as well, and there I believe, lies its appeal. Conflict between not only the good and bad or between right and wrong, but also between a father and son, between the lust for power and the urge to stay on the straight and narrow

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Has it ever happened to you that you turn on an album, or a song that you’ve had for ages but never quite got around to properly listening to before, and suddenly it hits you like an atom bomb and you go like, “Oh man! I can’t believe I never bothered to listen to this stuff before”? Well, it’s happening to me, sort of.Last night, after listening to Oasis after ages, I thought I’d listen to

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It’s late. Very late. And it’s quiet. Very very quiet. An unnatural orange is spilling over from the street into my bedroom ceiling. That’s how much they take away from you. They take away the darkness. I don’t know if you’d agree, but there’s a strange kind of comfort in pitch darkness. It’s natural. It’s how it’s supposed to be. Maybe my children won’t even know that there is such a thing as

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That’s what I’m going to call this. The old and now politically incorrect expression is “white man’s burden”, but this article is going to be about a burden that all men must bear, irrespective of the amount of melanin they lug around.My problem is the so called feminist movement, the way it exists here and now, particularly the more vociferous members of this movement. This movement has pervaded

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Just had a mail from the Alliance people asking me to check whether I could access my blogs. I must say, this kind of customer service in Kolkata is impressive, and now I’m feeling like the mail to them was a little heavy handed, but anyway, whatever it takes to get the job done right? I have however asked them to look into the problems that my friends are facing problems as well, and I hope that

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I had already posted an article about how Alliance Broadband subscribers were facing a problem with accessing blogspot. Now one phone call and a strongly worded mail from me seem to have changed the situation. They took down my user id and lo and behold, from the next day I could access my blog. Maybe you should try the same? Proxy servers on the internet currently will help you access blogs, but

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The plan was simple, me and a colleague were going out for a simple, quite drink, at Raoul’s, near Hazra crossing. They make great egg pakoras, and the booze is cheap. Perfect right? Except it wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t simple.We were discussing the usual things that men discuss when they go out for a drink, work, movies, culture, things like that. Then suddenly, in the middle of it all, the

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I don’t know how anyone conceived such a brilliant T.V. series. Incase you have no idea what I’m talking about, read this. My childhood was dominated by several now legendary T.V. series, Knight Rider, Street Hawk, The Wizard Of Oz, Fraggle Rock, but none captured me long term as much as the story of Kevin Arnold growing up in the 60’s and 70’s.Part of its appeal lies in the fact that the period

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I’ve been tagged by Bimbobati, and this one is huge fun to do. It completely ruined my four rum high, but I haven’t laughed so hard in ages. Here are the rules –1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!Since I don’t really have an Ipod or the like, I just cued up about 145

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If you have an alliance broadband connection, you probably haven’t been able to access blogspot over the last few days. I called them up this morning, and they told me they did not have permission from The Department Of Defense (no less) to allow access to blogspot.I find it slightly difficult of believe that the DoD, would block one particular service provider (blogspot is available on BSNL),

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I confess, albums that sound like they’ve been very carefully produced freak me out. Art is in the carelessness, in the chaos, in the mess. I somehow have this impression of dishonesty about anything that seems, well, too perfect. Like that girl in the cosmetics commercial, too pretty, hair done just right, perfect eyes, perfect skin, you just somehow know that a “real person” is

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-50693174264530623462007-11-19T15:56:00.000+05:302007-11-19T16:02:46.877+05:30

What does one think when 70’s and 80’s hard rock groups re-group in an era when their kind of music has completely gone out of fashion? Are they just doing it for the money? Or are they truly driven by their music? Like a story you just have to tell?Is change a good thing? Well, this question I’m afraid has no simple answer. All one can say is that change is perhaps inevitable. Some people choose

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If a picture is worth a thousand words, then imagine the millions this is worth..... Cooked it up this afternoon to save myself from totally mind numbing boredom at a meeting. Thought I'd share.........hehehehehe.

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A recent post in a blog has prompted a lot of responses, from me, from others, people from all ages and all walks of life. This forced me to take a long hard look at what exactly happens in this place.In his essay “Why I Write”, George Orwell says that one of the primary motives behind writing is “……….Sheer egoism. Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-78155150558684379212007-08-18T02:31:00.000+05:302007-08-18T02:37:52.119+05:30

Every once in a while it’s great to indulge; just let go and enjoy; pure sensual pleasure. That’s what Transformers is all about. Forget everything around you, forget the people, forget all your aches and pains and agonies, even forget that the guy right next to you forgot his deodorant in the morning, and have fun.Most of us know the story, aliens, who’re actually cars, or planes, or choppers,

Deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07395097654687791715noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988267430647925764.post-36441690875384913842007-08-13T20:47:00.000+05:302007-08-13T20:52:14.266+05:30

My one and only girlfriend’s birthday!!! One of few birthdays I can remember without any effort (because I know what’s good for me). We started with breakfast at Flury’s, and you can see what results that produced below….And then there was the party at her place, which was an almost half a day affair. It was great fun! I got a little smashed, and managed to smash a bottle of vodka. Looks like

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I don’t know if you’ve been to Oly (Olympia Pub officially), recently, but quite a surprise, almost a shock awaits you. Oly is being renovated. Now I know the words Oly and renovation don’t really go together. I mean there’s probably some British era soot still hanging from those British era ceilings, but it’s true! And this isn’t sudden. They did a major revamp of their air-conditioning on the

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