ME....SIMPLIFIED

She comes basking in all glory and success,having achieved everything in life ,born lucky,forever loved,got what she deserved and even more and there she goes as the alarm goes to snooze mode. Wearing her over-powered spectacles in her budget outfits she drags herself through journeys everyday with constant speculation of her performance,adjusting to whatever she never desired,having occasional altercations and quite rarely a moment to genuinely smile. She struggles , with herself , to make her life worth something,the mundane depresses her yet she survives to make something out of it and when she cannot get things any better,she fantasizes .She has learnt to let go of everything she held dear at one point as she is growing ,she is maturing ,she believes not everything is meant to be ,not every girl deserves to be a princess with a tiara. In the process of gaining her self worth she loses it all sometimes,life takes a toll on her ,luck becomes her nemesis ,all efforts forlorn .She ...

Independence in truest sense is a feeling, is an atmosphere that one achieves when there is freedom from all the inhibitions that bind us. The clouds roar through the sunny troposphere declaring their independence from always showing their Caucasian appearance, even they breathe out the personified frustrations by greying. The birds fly through the sky independent of all the earthly bound fears, in a territory where no one can reach them, they feel free. The water unleashes its power on the land during a torrential storm proclaiming independence of exploration. A human fights through all the adversities and achieves the independence of owning something /someone. Well its quite iridescent how emotions add to the fuel. Every urge of being independent, every urge of fighting for independence is instigated by emotional upheavals. If there was no anger, no love, no pride, no happiness there wouldn't have been a single war, there wouldn't have been the birth of numerous senses li...

The city of Kolkata which is getting painted in blue as often as once in every fortnight to maybe camouflage how  womanhood is getting devoid of admiring the natural sky color in their lives and portraying a “dented and painted” picture of the more inclusive black emulsion in the novel azure. Noted as one of the safest cities around the world which mainly concerned food lovers, poetry devotee and folklore who would indignantly accept change but still never raise a finger has sadly become a sadistic landscape. I ,as a woman ,loved this aristocratic conurbation where I could deck myself in any fashion and people wouldn’t care, maybe they would talk behind my back, ogle me but now I am scared. I loved the times when traveling via public transit was an uninhibited matter even at late nights when guardians wouldn’t worry about their wards taking a 9’0 clock bus back home but now I am scared. I am scared to walk in crowded lanes, I am scared to walk through empty streets, now I am...

With winter comes the need of warmth from sweaters as well as loved ones and obviously the latter is the one for which we creed more but for me this is gonna be yet another “icey icey” winter where even holding hands has become overrated .always bound by the governance of my parents i had wrongly thought that a job could give me my final deserving freedom of doing just everything but alas all goes in vain when Calcutta just wont leave me .everyday passing by nicco park and seeing couples holding each other i feel the chills more out of rage or maybe pain .my morning starts with my mother lamenting on the fact that i am so ordinary doing nothing great unlike my relatives, doing an ordinary job and not getting through any mba entrance or rather any exams, that is followed by the shuttle drive to sector 5 which is crowded with people complaining about their jobs or polluting the air with cigarette smoke and the lucky ones do find a lot of joints to make the deprived feel jealous (myself...

this is just another illustration of the epitome of emotions i am experiencing right now,was watching a show on t.v where it was a children's episode and a child cudn answer a question and started crying explicitly and that is wen this thought came across my mind---this child cudn answer a "googly"(as in their terms) and bursted out and in life the dimesions of these "googlies" just keep increasing and u just cant keep track of how many such situations u encounter and then u do wat? cry ,inadvertently in most cases bt since we r grown -ups now so it just bcomes implicit but we surely cry in our minds,in our hearts and try to lock ourselves in the bathroom and wail out,but finally u hav to cope up with the situation either by the aid of a chocolate or self consolence.move on with life ,forget the past,recollect memories wen u r down and continue creating similar 'memorably detestable' situations.the big question is ....Are we solely responsible for creat...

Revealing something like this to everyone is really an act of juvenility but my condition is so frustrating dat i had no way out rather than penning it down(metaphorically)..happy news, i am finally an engineer so my brooding blogs about studying at a mediocre college and living in a semi-urban area is over.so i am going to elaborate bout my current love life status a bit and u r most welcome to just close this window if u r not interested but some of u ,out there i need your opinion(my girlfriends,specially), i hav lost trust in the other side of the species. maybe its the lack of occupancy dat is driving me crazy on a failed relationship.but this was my relationship,the one i cherished,the one i loved to fight for even with my parents,the one dat was actually the only source of happiness for this otherwise very introvert girl,i wanted this to work so earnestly but maybe it was all my fault to take this to this disparaging hiatus which is still unacceptable to me.while he was out in ...