CLASS

I am not a blogger ..never blogged..my first time bt suddenly this interest has taken upon me .there are always thoughts in mind which needed a revelation i guess.like whenever i am eating i have a handful of rice mixed with some fish curry or maybe a dal, and i stare outside,literally stare i mean ..think of what!!!..the beautiful weather,the blue sky ,the neighbouring buildings or the ppl inside them who cook in their kitchens or water their plant at that moment ...not actually ..i think about what it wud be like if i could do this and that and then my thoughts drift and then i hear my mom shouting, “dona,khaa na..ki chinta korchish..uff!!”..i come back but the food doesnt taste the same to me anymore..nothin happens everyday ..like nothin interesting enough to share but somehow now i can relate to what manish said to me one day ..manish and i return home together every week from haldia for the weekends..he once said there are three categories of people in the world..1st ..those who are practical,serious in life.serious bout wat they r doin at the moment ..mostly all the 8-9 pointers in your college..are happy with perfection ..their main aim..that is...they think.. bt not beyond the scope of the syllabus of their lives..2nd ..like himself as he can relate...and me too recently...these people are actually the most complicated ones ...they are never where they actually are..always lost or wanna get lost (as in my case)..rarely satisfied and when they are, they are actually overwhelmed..nothin seems gud enough ...material happiness is essential to them but not to pacify their hearts and minds which are always searching for something new...sometimes wanna just fly with the birds and never come back...ppl with a lot of intrigue bt at the same time very very lazy...3rd the weirdest ones..completely extraordinary...maad basically..too much focus bt too less interest .does weird stuff..highly excited..like they are injected with a bottle or two of red bull daily..normally this is how he classifies the human race and i quite agree..obviously an additional classless ppl who are just jerks are not gud enough to read and understand my blogs..
I thought i am the first kind bt by deeply analysing myself i think i am more of the second kind...bt wanna be the first ...so pls do let me know wat class u fall under ..

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 26, 2009 at 6:34 AM

    i fall in the second category like most of the others of our age or generation.......

    we r a confused batch rey......

    p.s:nice piece.....do blog regularly....dnt let ur blog die....like i did mine :(

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  2. UnknownOctober 26, 2009 at 8:13 AM

    thanks for analyzing my thoughts and when u fall into the 2nd category dont push into the 1st..ur blogging s good.carry it...

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  3. ArunavaOctober 26, 2009 at 8:30 AM

    hey.. i am a bit of the second, the third, and the classless typ..........

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  4. Daughter of the NightOctober 27, 2009 at 6:56 AM

    Hi there... long time, no see. Hope you're doing well. You're off to a good start with this blog. Keep at it!

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  5. UnknownOctober 27, 2009 at 11:16 AM

    gud one baby....dint knw u cn write so well...really appreciate ur blog...

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  6. SudiptaOctober 27, 2009 at 11:31 AM

    yeah im too in the 2nd cataegory..
    and shreya this is really a good realization....carry on dear

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