Not only HNY ;-)

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Hmm, one thing that stands out is that off late is there has hardly been "prose-aic" posts on the blog. My older blogs were filled with monographs on all issues under the sun.

The reasons:
1. Once I've gotten the idea that's it, the fun is over. Thinking it again to write a blog entry is boring.
2. Total lack of patience to carve out well formed, structured logical arguments and sentences which'll make understandable the ideas to readers...that's again damn, damn boring.
(Reminds me of the article I had written in college about the shortcomings in human language and communication :-)).
Even talking to some people to make them understand becomes a test of patience...so it's best to behave like a buffoon and use the anchor of humour to save the intellect...hu ha ha ha :-D.

So, it's not that I've become "just" a starry-eyed poet now... issues continue to bother and are regularly contemplated in the crevices of this mind, issues under the sun and beyond, and there are many, many remarkable things that are happening all around about which I would've deliberated a thousand words but just that Mr. Patience plays his tricks on me (and I like it ;-)).

And of course, poetry, if you understand it, can be great tool of expression.

Chalo, people HAPPY NEW YEAR.

And for those who have trouble with their new year resolutions, as Dhody scrapped:
May ur troubles last as long as your new year resolution ;-)

hu hu ha ha ha :-D

Of what use

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Of what use is knowledge,
If you have to submit your curiosity for it;
Of what use is the acme, the peak,
If you can't be yourself on it...

Of what use is respect from others,
If you have to surrender self-respect for it;
Of what use is not violating yourself,
When you violate everybody else for it...

Of what use is victory,
If you have to lose everything for it;
Of what what use is freedom,
If you have to surrender your soul for it...

Of what use is that heaven you seek, my friend,
If you have to surrender your life for it...

I want

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Yeah, one thing I really want is some such accomplishment that I never have to write a CV.

The final placement season is about to start here and now is the time for CV making ... torture period for me.
Hate trying to sell myself. I am the best judge of how good I am and that's it.
To hell with the people and companies who can't see my worth.
I'm not "selling" myself to them.

Do I sound like a narcissist? :-)

That Idea

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That idea which makes me oblivious of the world,
Disregard what surrounds me...

Enraptured by its beauty,
Voluntary submission to hypnosis...

Intoxicated without a drink...

Is that my manna to heaven,
Or scourge to hell?

Don't forget these days, don't forget them...

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Written on 18th Dec. while packing bags for what might be the last trip to this campus from home as student (this is the last term here).
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Don't forget these days, don't forget them...

When we move away; far, far away,
In body and in spirit,
Chasing lofty dreams, separate paths...

Think of these days, days gone by...

When under the weight of friendships, newer and older,
The friendship of these days begins to look trivial;
Under the burden of inflated ego or will,
Camaraderie of these days feel like immature mistakes,

Think of these days, days gone by...

These days of folly, days of perfection,
Necessary comradeship and unnecessary confession,
Of garrulous misunderstanding, silent understanding...

Remember these days, days gone by...

Places visited in Kolkata

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Places visited during Kolkata stay:
1. Jorashanko Thakurbari - Rabindranath Tagore's ancestral home
2. Vivekananda's ancestral home
3. Presidency College old building (almost every bengali of repute had walked up those stairs and attended those classes)
4. Coffee House - Intellectual adda (for non-bengalis: adda=idle chatter) khana :-)
5. Town Hall - the museum there
6. Accompanied baba as we tried changing the car's AP registration no. to West Bengal...an experience to write about (...whither have you changed bengal, not in this department atleast).
7. Many other interesting places :-).

Will write about the stuff in detail when I have time...wanted to jot down the heads fast, otherwise laziness and other stuff begin to catch up. Same thing happened with the China trip...wanted to write about so many interesting experiences...well, but the days just piled up :-).

Plunge

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Written yesterday evening(18th Dec) during the boring Rajdhani travel from Howrah to Kanpur.
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They speculated that she plunged for she was fed up with life;
They speculated that she plunged for she had been betrayed;
They speculated that she plunged for her ideals had been violated;
They speculated that she plunged for she had failed;
They speculated that she plunged for she had lost the sanity of her mind and soul;

She plunged for she wanted to enjoy the free fall.

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Life is a little hectic nowadays with end-terms around and hundreds of routine and pathetically boring project submissions...am dead bored...have nothing much to talk about...hence this silence.