The surname game

Changes in these surnames:

1) Duttaray --> Chakraborty

2) Mohanty -->Parija

3) Hatimuria --> (wld b..) dnt know

4) Mukherjee --> Gupta

5) Sengupta --> NO IDEA

Well, as inference can be easily drawn, or if not, the above mentioned surnames (the first ones) were all tagged to the persons who were my "Friends".

Well, the first three just changed, leaving not much impacts on my existence. The surnames were rolled in and rolled out just as the role of those people in my life..nothing great.....came in and went away....were there till my eyes could see them....were out of my mind moment they were not seen.......so may be i will just refer them to as roommates that they were for 1 year and the contact game was intact till the change in surname.

Well, the change of the 4th on the list will definitely have a greater impact on my life in compared to in any other surname getting changed in this world.

Mukherjee, Soma Mukherjee to Soma Gupta, As her husband's Souvik Gupta....

-- I know her: since circa 2000
-- Roommate: 2000-2002, again 2003-2005.....4 years.
-- Stayed in the same city : 2000-2008.

Yyes, thats the number. 8 years of togetherness, friendship, hatred, love, disgust, well being, pleasure, displeasure and all emptions that a person can have in a span of 8 years, per se, every emotions were exchanged and were noted on each other's existence.

Ok...she stood witness to all my highs and lows....she knew better than me when i was happy, she knew better than my parents when i was sad, she knew better than anyone, when i was not in the right mood. May be, one get to know a person better than anyone else when they have to spend 24/7 with the person under the same roof.

Well, we had to put up at different places, during the later years as per the call of the situation and time. (May be that was just an epilogue to the time coming..).

Our rendezvous or should i say meetings or dont know wat xactly, was carried on holidays, sundays, saturdays, even if not regularly, yes, sporadically. One and some more things for sure, we knew if there was no one we were just a call away from each other. We knew if we dnt have any plans to spend the day, we cn just call up and plan out somethig which will definitely make the day more interesting than any other days. We knew, we wanted to watch a movie at the night show and if we dnt get a conveyance after the show gets over....we cn walk down the lane or any distance just with the craps, silly laughters and what not.....We knew we can laugh at the silliest things for hours, we knew we can discuss the most serious things in life, that we considered serious enough, fr hours, we knew we can wake up wither of us no matter how deep sleep we r in.

But having said all that...it doesnt mean..we never fought, we never got tired of each other, at times we wanted "Not to be with each other"....and the reunion was never a reunion, the hatred or the disgust didnt change just in a second.........we hated each other for the silliest reason, we were irritated on each other just because we had no one around to vent that irritation out....yes.."Punch Bag" they call it......no regrets for the fights, no tears for the times we werent together. .....we tolerated each other's oddities as it were....no complains......... we enjoyed just the way we were with each other.

Now if i sit to think...wat about those loud laughters while watching a movie? Wat about those fridays, saturdays and sundays..when we knew we were definitely there to be with each other, willingly or unwillingly??!! Wat about those night shows, which when ended saw us laughing for getting no conveyance way back home? Wat about those sudden mood swings or irritations when i knew you were there where i can vent out all and all would just set in perfectly with an equal jitter from the other side......no idea......

Well, things changes, circumstances changes and people always find their ways out.....certainly i will, may be with your help.......

......And for the change in the 4th surname ....i really have no idea as to what will happen.........only i can hope and wish, not to witness the effect of that change in the surname and then residing in the same city.

Miss Lee

Well..a bit happy and a bit nervous..seems like adrenaline is pumping it out real fast.....the reason....well nothing so much ...but just in case if u r really interested.....will leave soon to collect the Lee Jeans, that i bought yesterday. Left it at the store to get it altered....coz the waist and height proportion is a bit disproportionate in my case...:D:D

Know wat..went to the store..and blatantly asked for "Waist: 36"....more blatant was the answer from the sales boy.." 34 is the last size we have"....

All expressionless expressions and reactionless reactions, were just about to take the center stage...i intervened....err.."sorry i mean 34..., straight fit, mid rise.."

Undoubtedly, the sales boy went into some bouts of doubts to get me a jeans that matched all the criteria..took out 2 pairs from the rack....i ran into the trial room....didnt like either of them a bit.....came out...handed the jeans over and made it a point to make the point straight and sound..."Not the right fit"....

About to leave....with much of a snobbish reaction on face...but a little disheartened....."I want to buy a Jeans and that has to b branded one......thats it.....

Almost on the verge of the exit line...voice broke the silence.."try this one...just once...its 32, straight fit and not mid but low rise....."

"well" ...snatched the jeans...ran into the trial room...

2 minutes....

Wow...it fits me and fits me right.....yupppiieeeeeee........


Ran to the cash counter....paid it and left it to get altered.......and now i am rushing off.....to get that altered thing.... after a long-long span of 5 years...bought a jeans....(when i think i wont bloat anymore..but thats an assumption)...for now i am off to get myself stamped as "Miss Lee".....:D:D

Unfashionably Fashionable Shit

Unfashionably Fashionable Shit.. is all that i can say.....

Things those i liked in the film:

1) Kitu Gidwani is still beautiful in compared to the "MODELS" in the film.

2) Arbaaz Khan always manages to get a drop dead beautiful wife...either offscreen or onscreen......he looks for "Show Stopper" u c.

Things i didnt like..:

1) The-not-so-fashinable -"Fashion".

2) Priyanka Chopra: the small town girl, the struggling model, the successfool model, the "kicked-out" model, the "Plaster of Paris-ian Model-with a dead dumbo and expressionless face.

A few question:

1) Kangana Ranawat<=> Gitanjali Nagpal??????

2) I knew all eligible bachelors r either gay or engaged....(but i had no idea that these eligible bachelors are all mumbai based fashion designers.).. okk..i understand...had this not been the case, then an upcoming fashion designer remains straight forever, because the relatively settled designer needs to marry a "girl" because of some societal and familial pressure, and his "that-partner" of the struggling days gets hooked on to the present day struggling designer......Is this the formula???????.....Shit man....what hard luck!!!!...he always gets hooked onto struggling designers and not so settled ones. DAMN!!!!!

Last question:

3) Is there so few "Open" topics left that directors need to now focus on "Hidden-World" topics?????

Phew...one more plzzz......

4) Do directors need to keep their so-called "in the line" actors always happy...that even if it is not needed they have to be there on the screen including the director himself ..well , i think this is a way to get a stamp of "Modesty" that "yes, i made a film on this subject" or may be it is a silent and clever way to let the Dumbo target audience know that the film deals with "THIS" subject????

At last, no more question and a few confessions:

1) I know innumerable people around who are "GAY" and i am absolutely comfortable and hold no judgements for anybody's sexual orientation but dnt u think, Bhandarkar is portraying this relationship more forcibly, or may b just for the sake of it...or may b he portrays on reel what he cldnt portray in "Real"...iiiiiiikkkkkkkkkksssssss!!!!??????

2) I think, one should stop digging into the "Not so open world", and can also try to prove his metal by being either "a mainstream film maker" or a "Not a mainstream film maker", dangling between the two makes it difficult for the audience to mark the film categorically. (No, i tell this because people tend to look for this classification that makes their topic of discussion easier, though the distinction line between the two genres is still not clear to me.......:D:D

Just Like That..:D

Hi, another day in the office...using the resources to satiate my personal urge of writing the blog....sounds nice, na...:D:D:D

You know what...today was one of those days....which went with a bit of portrayed and a bit of natural tension, both on the personal front and on the professional front. Personal tension was to lose the weight of my big fat ass in front of all my team mates, if my PL screams at me and tells me that whatever i did was wrong..(Though i thought..Nothing could b even be 1 point better than what i did)..and on the professional front my tension elated on the fact, what if my PM comes and tell me to empty that seat and take off my big fat ass from the chair and move out of the door...well, not for a smoke this time but for good......:(:(

Thankfully.....everything went right in place and my fat ass is still stuck to the chair from where i am getting an easy access to the keyboard on which i am punching ...:D:D

Well some more.....i debated with someone more harshly and went on to prove my point... that even if a company pays less to one who is desperately looking for a change..Its fine...and no sooner that he went offline...I realized whatever i said sounded really meaningless and funny.......sorry....i mean it…(......i didnt mean that as in the salary conversation.....later...but yes....i did realise what you said was correct and what i said was wrong.....but dnt u think it was partly correct..as in what i said....:P:P.....okkk...no more on that ......but you know wat!!!! we debated on this and none of us are actually the victim of the financial wrath that the world is facing.....we both are paid to our satisfaction.... and i am more than satisfied....:D:D:D:D...u need to kill time u c..and u also need to keep the other person hooked on to the chat...what if the conversation ends and the “Goodbye” comes in...:D:D....i kept the "Good-bye" at bay for say atleast for 1o mins....wo!!!Good job done...:D:D:D...but now i fear more....what if he doesn’t talk to me thinking i am a mindless fucking old soul....:(:(:(:(....no i am not...take my words here...and put off all that i said some hours back.........:-

Next in my eventful day was the "Leg-Pulling session".....we didn’t loose even a single second to get a butter masala done out of the already masaledaar gossip.....some one trying to console someone who is "thinking of settling"....and we the pokers..:D:D:D:...where do we get the information from????......obviously...if u scribble your personal longings and "DESIRE" on a public forum...did u say it was our fault to come across those desires and longings..then...HELLO.....we are "just friends” and can simply go on to other friends scrapbook to see if we are made the protagonist of the bitching session...well in the meantime if we get an opportunity where on a male's scrapbook we get to c mushy scraps from some female.....we see an opportunity to get another female getting introduced in "Our Bitching Session"...and as chance and luck had it for us....yeah...we got one...but u c we r too good to say someone a bitch......we just took the thread of scraps to put in some of our valuable scraps on the person's scrapbook......what harm did it do????...it only increased the number of scraps in the scrapbook...thats it....;-)

And my day ended happily with loads of work and paper still lying on the desk untouched...well that has to be said..or else you will get an idea as if my company pays me just like that.......no "re"..(in a typical marathi tone)...its not like that "re"..:-

Well, will surely come and do some heavy works tomorrow, (apart from organizing the piles of paper lying..which is literally a heavy work)..and will wait and browse through the net for sometime more to c if he is online and if i can just say...yes yes....its bad if a company takes a new employee for granted and pays him less.....yes i mean it........

till thn...goodbye.....today it seems i am in a lighter mood....and this post is different from all that i have on my dashboard…:D:D

I owe you......

well...to start with....still in office.....but...not feeling like working...but the urge to scribble can seldom stop one from penning or rather "keyboarding"...-(thats copyright..u c)..:D:D..... down the abstracts of life and thoughts.

Well......since the last time when i made you my confidant for many an events that my life has witnessed......i traversed a long way.....physically.......unknowingly but intentionally. Know what!!!!.....I still remember the moment when i vigorously uttered the word "YES" for a sesion in Mumbai............. Yes......i was disturbed, irritated, disheartened, disgusted for the way your appealing charm reciprocated to my love. On that note, I just happened to discard it all, to move on to a place which would satisfy my urge to know something new.

Just in a moment's blow i wanted to shut my nose to the aroma of the Nahoum's at the New Market, and on the hindsight I was clear of my conscience of holding on to that single breath till last. i wanted to shut my eyes off the sight of the setting sun against the backdrop of the majestic Howrah Bridge or the magnificent Tech-smart buildings of Saltlake. I wanted to shut my ears to the fading honks of the cars running past the Science City to reach its destination office. I didnt wanted to feel that heat and then to relax and enjoy the cool showers that the clouds showered in the months to releive people from the harsh humidity.

Moment i said yes to the city that swears by its "Aqua-Beauty".....i knew i was going to miss the smell of the flowers that were never seen blooming but made their presence felt with the aroma far away, i also knew the righthand corner of "Xrong" would be devoid of the smoke i puffed and the crude loud laughter. I knew, the stretch from 95, southern Avenue to the Deshapriya Park stoppage would not get to see one of its daily commuters. Just a blank stare at the hanging verandahs of the houses in the Lake Market would look out for that missing glance . A walk to the Deshapriya Park and a "sitting idle" gesture would just be off with a whistle that the train would blow.....i knew i was going to miss all of this with you, who witnessed all my eccentricities and absurdities to the fullest.

But know what...moment i threw myself to the unknown grasp of the majestic aura of the Beach city.....your colonial brilliance was something i was not looking at, those sights i wanted to wipe off my memory board just as the smoke touched the roof of the College Street Coffee House, just as the last sip was slrupped by some at the T3 at the Park street corner or just as the last ray of the setting sun was wiped off with a single movement of the clock's minute hands.

Well i must admit, am looking forward to the day, when i will surely get a chance to embrace your magnificence and you will embrace me for the eccentricities and activities that you will again laugh at or just think about or just move by ignoring it. I miss you for all that you are, for the mornings where i woke up to your alluring tea and coffee shops, which ranged from a road side tea stall to any Barista or Flury's. For the afternoons where you attracted me to the table with foods that defined your authenticity and originality, for the evenings where friends could just stand and say a "Hi" to have a counter puff, or just the night to end the day with some ever nostalgic melodious voices being aired on the radio.

I wish to come back and i know i will for you, your serenity, care and the powerful Love that you ushered on me, u should know i will come back to you and be game till eternity to be with you.