Well i am not confused about what i want to write or about the meaning of this term... So I will solve this confusion by writing about the ambiguous nature of mine :D
I am not that serious, dull or boring or even psychotic u would have presumed me to be after reading my blogs...Well I am a little but not that much :D
To solve this ambiguity (which by the dictionary means a state of confusion, but i say means confusion caused by one side...) I will narrate some of my sweet and some of my not so sweet pranks I pulled...though they are not very naughty but they are kinda cute... ok to break my serious stereotype i think ....
#1 my sweetest prank - undoubtedly Pulak was at the receiving end of this... It was a very rare cold morning in calcutta (and i feel cold is the rarest of rare occasions). And as usual me n bro were bickering who'd go and have a bath first (well its like we both fight to take a bath in moms room which had the works a tub, rain shower etc)... I got ready with my clothes and shower kit when very smartly bro sneaked in... unluckily for him he just took his towel and his kit... This obviously falred my temper and hurt my little fragile ego... so to get back on him i went clothes hunting...i hid all his clothes the ones in the laundry, the washed and dried ones, the fresh ones everything, took his closet keys with me... when he came out i sweetly went inside without a word... Poor baby was knocking at the door for an hour for me to come out ...which i obviously didnt and the poor guy was freezing for an hr... ( co' dads clothes wdnt even fit him any hows...) Lol...was he furiously cold ;) I remember he would take his keys with him after that for a long long while
2# my baby'ish prank- my close friends 16th birthday... am at wits end at what to do for her... cause her birthday came very late and i was out of ideas, or whatever i had she knew me well enough to guess my next move... any hows i went shopping, got her a gift... Then what? thinking thinking, then it strikes me... I go to a florist shop, order a bouquet of dazzling red roses, arranged with an array of shrubs, in a very romantic way (well thats till date my best arrangement ). and i sent them along with a card which said " To my cutest" " with loads of love and roses forever " "guess"... I got them delivered at her birth time which was 8.30 am, along with a small cake.. Then called her normally did tp everything ( i just wish ppl at their birth times) so she was yapping to me while taking a bath when her family comes upto her and is like roses for u... She shrieks, then says it must be u, i somehow pretend ignorance and feign shock... And when she reads the card its a comp different writing (
I had made the card shop person write it).. So she spent her entire time in school and after it wondering who that guy it would be... I only broke the news to her when she was standing at the florist the next day arguing with him :D... God! was she livid.!!! but i being me managed to cool her down
Saturday, March 31
Thursday, March 29
Not mine...but beautiful poem
Hai dis is not mine... but i fell in love with this poem on sight...
Some people that we meet,
As we live each day,
Change us by their lives,
And the things they say.
So, with much caution,
Our friends we should choose,
Lest by their influence,
Our own soul we should lose.
Oft times, I have considered,
The choices I have make.
At times, I honestly admit,
My choices made me afraid.
Good friends are a treasure,
More precious than can be told.
Their worth cannot be measured,
In silver or in gold.
I have the richest blessing,
Of friends and loved ones, dear,
Who have been good examples,
And made the way so clear.
You have been my anchor.
You have been my friend.
The way your life has touched me,
Has given me hope again.
Some people that we meet,
As we live each day,
Change us by their lives,
And the things they say.
So, with much caution,
Our friends we should choose,
Lest by their influence,
Our own soul we should lose.
Oft times, I have considered,
The choices I have make.
At times, I honestly admit,
My choices made me afraid.
Good friends are a treasure,
More precious than can be told.
Their worth cannot be measured,
In silver or in gold.
I have the richest blessing,
Of friends and loved ones, dear,
Who have been good examples,
And made the way so clear.
You have been my anchor.
You have been my friend.
The way your life has touched me,
Has given me hope again.
Wednesday, March 21
Five Philosophies of my life...
Don't mind the caps its just my beliefs
1."DON'T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE...
WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM....."
2."NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE
BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY
DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS
AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES
WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY......... ........ "
3.TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS
EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU,
NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE
BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE........ ......... ......
4.NEVER SEARCH YOUR HAPPINESS
IN OTHERS
WHICH WILL MAKE YOU
FEEL ALONE,
RATHER SEARCH IT IN YOURSELF
YOU WILL FEEL HAPPY
EVEN IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE....... ......... ......
5.HAPPINESS ALWAYS LOOKS SMALL
WHEN WE HOLD IT IN OUR HANDS.
BUT WHEN WE LEARN TO
SHARE IT,
WE REALIZE HOW BIG AND PRECIOUS IT IS! ............ ....
Don't mind the caps its just my beliefs
1."DON'T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE...
WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM....."
2."NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE
BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY
DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS
AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES
WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY......... ........ "
3.TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS
EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU,
NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE
BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE........ ......... ......
4.NEVER SEARCH YOUR HAPPINESS
IN OTHERS
WHICH WILL MAKE YOU
FEEL ALONE,
RATHER SEARCH IT IN YOURSELF
YOU WILL FEEL HAPPY
EVEN IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE....... ......... ......
5.HAPPINESS ALWAYS LOOKS SMALL
WHEN WE HOLD IT IN OUR HANDS.
BUT WHEN WE LEARN TO
SHARE IT,
WE REALIZE HOW BIG AND PRECIOUS IT IS! ............ ....
Saturday, February 24
Cab (it)
Have you ever thought why simply why there are so many cars in the city?? Oh no its not because there are so many rich people, or high disposable income... nah none of the economic causal relationships... Nope its neither the social causes like status symbol or show... Its not even exactly convenience of movement... It is convenience definitely I agree, but convenience of your health wealth and savior from harassment and embarrassment not to forget also psychological torture... You think am getting off track? What is the connection between cars and all that I said? Then my friend you haven't used the Calcutta's (oops now Kolkata) public transport yet...
Look before I start I know most of my friends and people use the public transport... I am also well versed with the fat that when need arises I also use it... I am not cribbing on the use of public transport...Just the people behind it...
I generally have my car wherever I go or whenever I want, only on very rare occasions and in the past month when my driver wasn't there (and no I can't drive) I depended a lot on the public transport... Cause I had my semester exams and I couldn't afford to miss them...
So in the morning on my way to college I would take a cab ( okay okay fine taxi...) to college... I would leave around 10.30 a.m. Believe me I had always heard about cab drivers, never had any first hand experiences... Mine are not melodramatic or things stories are made of...they are plain irritating and uncomfortable
Some of my cab experiences are:
1# One fine morning I take this cab from home to my college... I explain the driver minto park and sit down... This cabbie has louder than loud music blaring on his radio. My request to him to turn down the music led to the volume being lowered by a notch... This driver was singing on the top of his lungs...Then all of a sudden he gets down at a crossing and starts talking to another cab driver and I am calling him to start driving as the lights changed and I had to reach college... Finally when I threatened to change cabs did he turn up...
2# This has to be by far the most common experience for everyone... I was told the cab fares are like triple the new meter and nearly four times the old meter... So I like a good gal on reaching the place asked the cabbie my fare... he very well told me an astronomical amount... and on telling him the correct amount he tells me that He misread the chart/ guise or whatever that thing is which they refer to...
3# This is my most gruesome experience after which i swore of cabs... This morning when I have my final paper due, I take this cab from home to my college... This cab driver takes this god knows what route driving me half the way out of the way... My constant mentions about the wrong route and for him to change routes fall to nearly deaf ears... Then once back on track this cabbie bangs the cab once, then after a shortwhile again... and all this time he was driving god so rashly... I cant even explain... Things seem so rational now that its a while since then...but was things bad that day :)... so i get down two and a half kilometers ( or maybe even more) distance away from college and walk down till that place... and the journey back home was even more funny cause i walked a little and then took a metro!!! (ok ok enough for this post...that experience next time)... well my close friend and my family members were wanting to kill me that day when I told them after everything was over!!!
Believe me after that day I havent sat down in a cab even with friends... I know the day may not be far when I may need it again and I'd manage but the point is this is exactly why there are so many cars in the city....
Look before I start I know most of my friends and people use the public transport... I am also well versed with the fat that when need arises I also use it... I am not cribbing on the use of public transport...Just the people behind it...
I generally have my car wherever I go or whenever I want, only on very rare occasions and in the past month when my driver wasn't there (and no I can't drive) I depended a lot on the public transport... Cause I had my semester exams and I couldn't afford to miss them...
So in the morning on my way to college I would take a cab ( okay okay fine taxi...) to college... I would leave around 10.30 a.m. Believe me I had always heard about cab drivers, never had any first hand experiences... Mine are not melodramatic or things stories are made of...they are plain irritating and uncomfortable
Some of my cab experiences are:
1# One fine morning I take this cab from home to my college... I explain the driver minto park and sit down... This cabbie has louder than loud music blaring on his radio. My request to him to turn down the music led to the volume being lowered by a notch... This driver was singing on the top of his lungs...Then all of a sudden he gets down at a crossing and starts talking to another cab driver and I am calling him to start driving as the lights changed and I had to reach college... Finally when I threatened to change cabs did he turn up...
2# This has to be by far the most common experience for everyone... I was told the cab fares are like triple the new meter and nearly four times the old meter... So I like a good gal on reaching the place asked the cabbie my fare... he very well told me an astronomical amount... and on telling him the correct amount he tells me that He misread the chart/ guise or whatever that thing is which they refer to...
3# This is my most gruesome experience after which i swore of cabs... This morning when I have my final paper due, I take this cab from home to my college... This cab driver takes this god knows what route driving me half the way out of the way... My constant mentions about the wrong route and for him to change routes fall to nearly deaf ears... Then once back on track this cabbie bangs the cab once, then after a shortwhile again... and all this time he was driving god so rashly... I cant even explain... Things seem so rational now that its a while since then...but was things bad that day :)... so i get down two and a half kilometers ( or maybe even more) distance away from college and walk down till that place... and the journey back home was even more funny cause i walked a little and then took a metro!!! (ok ok enough for this post...that experience next time)... well my close friend and my family members were wanting to kill me that day when I told them after everything was over!!!
Believe me after that day I havent sat down in a cab even with friends... I know the day may not be far when I may need it again and I'd manage but the point is this is exactly why there are so many cars in the city....
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