Annoyed, disgusted, irritated... can't think of any more adjectives. As if everything around me is conspiring to make me annoyed and disgusted.

first of all, this friend of mine [only if you call sharing a few words to be a friendship]. He keeps on posting pictures everyday in his orkut albums. And all of them have two girls posing. A variety of poses no doubt. In some, they resemble "David", while in some they resemble "Monalisa"...some have their index finger pointed, in some they have one of their eyelids closed. Every snap is different from the other. In some they are showing only one finger, while in some they are showing two fingers and so on untill they show all five fingers of them. And then they turn to their other hand. Quite undoubtedly the album belongs to my dear old friend and he can do whatever he wants with it. But this fellow keeps on posting a single picture every single hour so that his updates remain at the top of the updates list. People will suggest me to turn off my updates, but then I will miss the important ones too. x(. Irritating as hell.

Then there is this galacticos thingie, which wont unlock the players with 100 skill rating. My eyeballs are tired of seeing much weaker teams than mine having a line up with almost every player having a skill rating of 100. These teams have much less points than mine, which in turn implies that they have won/drawn much less number of games. So, that implies that they had less opportunity to unlock those players. But..... I dunno why this application/its creator is against me. Why on earth it doesn't allow me to transfer those players??? Disgusting.

And then the orkut friend list. Every half an hour, I refresh the page to see whether somebody worth chatting has become online. But I hardly find anyone there. The online friends list always remains crowded with " hello","whatcha doin?"" what have you eaten today?"," how are you?" people.

Then my parents, who will turn on the tv set and watch back to back "mithun movies". And when they are finished with him, they will simply switch to some other bengali channel and watch bengali serials. Well! I know they are the busy people and not me. But there's a thing called sports channel. Baba, gimme a break.Tumi ki kore emon hole??? :'( :'(

And then there are novels, currently I have a Jeffrey Archer with me. The book have at least 600 pages.Whenever I feel an urge to read the book, its volume discourages me. Can't these people write novels that are limited within say 250 pages.... :(

And to add to it all, there are class tests...and an alarm always keeps on saying..." tum jo bhi kar rahein ho, galad kar rahein ho, tumko abhi parna chahiye, wednesday tumhara class test hain"....Gawd!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah! Its Holi today and its raining "colors". However not the same colors that I was used with. In college, the festival of color started early on Friday and I had to go to a company in order to collect some money. Thank god, I had that fixture that day. On the afternoon, when I returned back to my second home, I found people doing insane stuffs with every possible objects available. Be that "aloor dom", mud , Chowmein ,eggs or rotten tomatoes. I was quite surprised to find that people, who would hardly buy you a plate of "luchi-aloor dom" or chow in case you are hungry and ask them politely for doing so, is actually buying those stuffs, mixing those with colors [dunno know why on earth], and smearing others ( especially ladies) with that. I was sitting comfortable inside the union room where any kind of such activities were strictly banned. And with even my batch mates being involved in the joy making, I had no other options.

One of the first years proudly announced," we bought at least 600 eggs today." I was stunned. I could not get the point. I told him, " Can you ever imagine how many people are deprived from having an egg?" He gave me an embarrassed smile and went away [hadn't I said this, he probably had an intention of targeting my head]. I thought, they are first years only, and are here for making some fun. This kind of strange and spoiler thoughts are not expected to come into their young brains. Later on, I told the same thing to another one of my friends. He replied," Your point is vague in the sense that even if we haven't bought them, they wouldn't have gotten an access to those eggs." He had a splendid point really. So, I had no other options than to remain silent.

Arre yaar, get a life. You had your share of fun no doubt. But please don't accuse us for not getting involved in your fun. We will rather opt for putting a scoop of ice-cream into our stomach than to smear someone with that. And all of you out there, I guess you should rethink. Holi is a festival of colors and fun. "Chowmein" doesn't really fall into the category of colors, and does it fall into that "fun" category?? If I get a chance, I will rather give it to Senapati or some other poor kid. And regarding my "beer", I put that stuff into my stomach rather than throwing it at someone.

finally I would like to say you that, I or anyone else, who was not involved in "merrymaking" is none to judge what is right and what is wrong. It was your money, you do whatever you want with that. We are nobody to comment. But the same holds true in our case also. So please don't tell us things like, " you missed the fun" etc etc. Its not our kind of fun. :)

Dunno why, but feeling a genuine urge to become a footballer recently. To say frankly, I was never into this game right from the beginning. Yeah! had some tries while I was in the school. The playground in our school was very small and dusty for cricket. So we rather chose to play football with plastic balls in the tiffin break. There was no fixed position for a player. All we used to do is to clutter at the place wherever the ball came and try to air it towards our half. And then there were some really skillful players, but with almost fifteen guys jostling over the ball in a small area, they hardly got any chance to show their skills. That was my sole link with football. And then in the park adjacent to my home, in the early school days, when I used to return home early, we used to play football occasionally there. I played as an winger, the left winger as far as I can remember. Not because of the fact that I was a great player. The reason was very few among us was capable of making a cross with left feet whereas that limb of mine was comparatively stronger than the others. They also said that I had a good hidden speed burst. Its not something you see with the great ball players. Rather its something "off the ball". I hardly required to dribble, whenever I got a pass, I used to take a quick view of the opponent players surrounding me and then start a sprint. There was not any question of dribbling because of the others hardly being able to catch up with me. Whereas my teammates knew about this asset of mine, so they started sprinting as hard they can as they saw me receiving the ball.

Then I got into the college. I hardly had any interest in making an appearance in the freshers cup.Most of my friends were also far more skillful than me. So either way, it was a "no-no" for me. Then for 2.5 years, I never received the ball. I used to watch my friends playing football. Three of my friends were really great, one among them was a forward, one a play maker and the last but not the least was a defender. It was great to watch them playing. I was sure that this game is not my cup of tea. So I abstained from taking part in any such games.

Until recently, I dunno why one day I suddenly took part in one such game.It was disastrous. Those guys were mind blowing. They did everything with the ball. They dribbled us as if we were like human posts and they are merely taking the ball past us. Then I don't know how I managed to net one. Accidents happen , you know.

The very next day I was playing with some mediocre players. With my friends on, I hardly get a ball. That's reasonable because passing it to a other man around is more probable to fetch a better outcome. But that day, The goalie I think mis-kicked and I got the ball. I took a quick look on my surroundings and started the sprint. The opponents were shocked. However one guy managed to come in front me, I dribbled him smoothly and pushed the ball into the net. My teammates were impressed, few moments later I got a similar ball, and started a similar run. The last defender out there took no chance this time. He tripped me, and I like did a somersault.

One of my acquaintances was watching us. I was injured and got off the field. He told, "Nice gallery man". I really wished to slap him, my arm was hurt, moreover who wants to "play act" while only the last defender is around, if you manage to get the ball off from him, its almost a goal.

However the very next day, I was again in the field with my skilled friends and the same story got repeated.

However I feel that its not over yet. I still have something in me to deliver. I really need to shut some mouths. Although I can simply wave them but still something's bugging me. Something's telling me from inside to get dressed again. Dunno whether this fire will continue to burn or not. I think it will get extinguished soon.If not, then my friends, either you get ready to commit a crime or you get ready to make an wise decision. :)

Its all about pointing out who are your friends and who are enemies. Well! sometimes, people do wear a mask of a friend. But such things are beyond the scope of this little brain. I am talking about the known friends and known enemies.

He loves his enemies. They provide him with the fuel that he needs to motivate himself. He knows that there are some people who are completely reluctant about this kind of motivation, they are least bothered about whatever their enemies do, they know whatever they do,they can't subdue them. He is jealous of such people. He can't be like them. So he thought - its better to adapt yourself to the situation rather than to run after something you can never be.

As I said, he loves his enemies. He loves the way they irritate him, they taunt him, they try to oppress him, try to drain out the last drop of blood from his mundane body. He loves the way they laugh at him. Those laughs gives him motivation.Once he was told-" when you are in a game, never look at the face face of the opponent unless the situation compels you to do so. This way you will never be aware of the identity of your opponent and can play your natural game." Those words went embossed in his heart. Every time somebody laughs at him, mimics him, uses him to their own purpose, he learns a lesson. Its something like lamentation, only difference being instead of punishing himself he toils. He toils hard. His enemies go to bed. They are satisfied that he can never surpass them. Whereas he spends sleepless nights. He improves himself. And one day......

When someone gets insulted by someone else, sometimes the person challenges the opponent to enter his lair and get out alive. He's not like that. He likes to kill the opponent with their own weapon.

NEXT STOPPAGE-ARENA [IF HE GETS A CHANCE] :)

Okay! It was the much anticipated "V-day" [for many]. I spent the whole day with two of the greatest valentines I ever had in my life. The love story is continuing for 21 straight years now and not showing any indications of a halt. Whatever I do, they forgive me.No matter whatever I say, they always end up trusting me. But their love ain't blind. I am talking about my parents. Proud to be with them on this day.One should always stay along with the people who needs him.:)

In the morning, while surfing through some friend suggestion by facebook, my eyes got stuck to a particular profile. Not many times you can see a familiar face in that suggestion unless you are a newbee to facebook. So, I sent him a friend request and took a glance in his friend list. My attention was drawn to a particular name, the ex of one of my friends. When we were in the first year, they happened to be one of the most discussed couples. Suddenly the memories of the first year days started crowding in my mind. The ragging period, the occasional class bunks [a routine now!!!] , the joy of freedom, and moreover, the first "Sanskriti". Dunno what happened later between those two, but one day I saw another guy in a pic with her instead of my friend. Later on I was told that they had a split.

For a change today, I did manage to take out some time from my " busy" schedule and realized that reading books aint a bad habit at all. In fact sometimes, they can turn out to be the best option for killing some time. :)

All in all, I have a mixed feeling about this Valentine's day, I expected a chat with a "particular someone". But that "Particular someone" never turned up. I expected a horrible day but it dint turn out to be so either. It turned out to be quite a beautiful day for me. :)

Ho ho ho! It's "Sanskriti" time again.The AFSU[or DOCOMO?] "Sanskriti" is already over. SFSU "Sanskriti" will be taking place in a few days. And the countdown for the biggest and the best, the FETSU "Sanskriti" has began.It's seeing the familiar faces tensed and weary again. With only about 25 days to go before the curtain raiser, the last moment preparation [??] is going on. People are running hither and thither, coming up with some new ideas that may decrease the deficit to some extent, suggesting new events that may draw the crowd, suggesting performers. The campus looks calm and cool as always, but that's only the tip of the iceberg. A hidden tension, anticipation is running in the mind of every organizer. We are planning to make this year's "Sanskriti" different to some extent from the previous ones. With some new ideas in the events category, a completely new plan in the campaigning and postering category, a desperate try towards professionalism, now only time can tell us whether all this works or not. This years "Sanskriti" is even more important for us, the 3rd years and obviously for the final years. Its the final "Sanskriti" for the final years [at least, final "Sanskriti" as an active member of the organizing committee] whereas its a step towards maturity for us [after all, next year, we'll be the final years :(]. Let's hope, this years "Sanskriti" will rock just like the previous ones managed to do. Ho ho ho.

I don't really feel that it's a topic worth posting. But then I am so pissed off with it that I couldn't but post. I am pissed off watching people, watching how selfish they can be, watching the way they "use" others. Now, I'm not really convenient with the word "use". because some say that, its used in much harsher conditions. But I'm running short of vocabulary, and I feel that the word "use" is appropriate even here, although in a li'l bit less severe way.

First of all, the way they deceive others really annoys me. Its not actually the case that I can't tolerate watching people being used . Rather I believe that the morons should be "used" in order to make them realise that they are morons and time has come for changing themselves.[however, I don't categorize "emotional fools" to be morons].But what really pisses me off that the people think that their "crime" wont get revealed. Come on, you have thousands of people of same/higher intelligence level than you, surrounding yourself. Then how can you expect that your deeds wont come out. May be it'll take an year, and by that time fear of getting caught will make absolutely no headache to you. Although I'm more of a humanist type, and hate taking opportunity of the weaker sides of a human character, but I still admire those people who plan it up. Who knows that their "crime"s will come out one day and try to calculate the probable time required for it and take actions according to their "research". But then there are people who try to deceive people and their act gets caught on the very next weak.Really embarrassing huh??!!

And then there are people who tend to use others. And then they suddenly realize that they have committed a "crime". A guilty feeling starts growing in their mind and what they do? they apologize to the concerned people. I hate this. Because if the person on the receiving end is a "good" human being, he/she's gonna forgive the other person for sure. And their lies the even more bitter part. I think this kinda people should never be forgiven, but just because the other person is a bit "soft" in nature, they get whatever they want. And they "use" the person once again.

Although, I don't really believe in God, I do believe that there is someone who's watching and everybody must pay for what they have done. I don't believe in heavens or hells, I think they pay it back during their lifetime. Perhaps someone "use"ing them in the same way he/she did with someone else.

How does it feel to move on?

My story is about a boy. Quite obviously, like any other story of this kind, the boy loved a girl. The only difference in this story is that the boy and the girl were great friends. Now, the boy expressed his feelings for the girl quite a few times, but the girl denied because she had something in her heart for another guy. The guy rejected the girl, she turned to the boy for solace. The boy tried to provide her a cove, and to some extent he succeeded.But then, the guy returned. The girl again turned to him [quite natural, because the girl was mad for him]. The boy suggested the girl not to be with the guy again. The boy had only one thing in his mind, not to see his friend rejected again. But no body understood, everyone thought that he was jealous,possessive. The boy was hurt, he was hurt badly. He expected a little bit more of understanding from his friend. The situation worsened and they lost contacts with each other. The girl apparently wasn't interested to keep any type of contact with him.

Now the interesting part of the story begins. The boy was enraged at first.He thought he can do well without that girl.He tried to make friendship with some other girls.[God knows,why only girls] But every time, after a few talks or so he realized that he has become molded into a dice by the girl. As he realized so, he was thrown into depression. " hell, why can't I get over her memories"-he thought. Then it happened to be that all of a sudden he met another girl. This girl was weird. She had something in her words,in her attitude. But few days later, they lost contacts yet again.

The first girl came back into the boy's life. She made an apology for everything and started talking with each other yet again. The boy was excited to get her back. Then suddenly one day they met, the boy was astonished to see that he is not feeling the same excitement seeing her as he used to feel before. That day, they started talking, but after a few words the boy realized that he's running out of topics. " It is not me"- he thought. " those days we used to talk non-stop for hours and am now running out of words!!!!!!!". He searched for the reason, and it took no time for him to realize that the second girl did the damage. While the boy's brain was saying " hell! why can't I get over her", his heart was smiling and may be saying, " I have other plans"

Congratulations boy. Doesn't that feel heavenly??

Well, I have a very very strange view about death. I know its something next to being impossible, but still I dunno why I believe it. I believe that once death comes to put an end to somebody's life, the person himself fails to realise that he is dead at first. First he tries to open his eyelids, but finds himself unable to do that. Then he tries to move his limbs, perhaps to pinch himself to be sure that he is not dreaming, but his efforts goes into vain again, then perhaps he tries to smile a bit or do other stuffs only to face failure again, but during all these processes, his ear remains functioning.He gets confused his own situation. Then the hearing power also fades away gradually. The person accepts defeat, he realizes that life has left him without any notice.He beds a final goodbye to his nears and dears, and ventures towards the unknown.In case, his eyelids remain open, he can see too during that struggle period but he can't respond.Someone tells him from his inside, " Shut forever"

I dun have any basis of these thoughts, but still dunno why, I believe it. :)