The way things look like

All the same sort of shits goes on and on...An IITIAN wanting to be a writer but  tortured to be an engineer. All engineering graduates following some old fashioned trend of writing romantic college flicks, trying to prove magical in the field of literature after kicking far that technician that hardly seems to exist in the present day graduates. All the old wine in old bottles but new marketing strategies and luring graphics. Writing has become alike baby sitting...easy plus hard, enjoyable plus brain hammering and when mad people( pure lovers of literature and art)  like me give into writing the standard drops beyond the metre scale...

 Its all monotonous. All spices of everyday life juggled from one mixer to the other to make the taste tongue intriguing. Wondering where sex is left behind in the dramatic masala making scene? Not forgotten ofcourse. Thats the soul. New writers treat it to be the best armour to shield the literary piece. As a matter of fact  however taboo the word might be a single encounter with this word is enough to startle red eyed , sleepy readers. For even though denied and decried , sexual intimacy of the protagonist with someone in the plot adds to the weight age of the write up. Additional hype is created by the beers, hookahs, grass, Vipashasa, hippies and what not. All this are enough to set you to write your first  fictious novel.  Am into one, wish me luck.

 Well I forgot to introduce myself to you. Am a 23 year old English graduate working as an  intern for  a leading newspaper in India and my first book on Indian state of human trafficking is yet to find its publisher. Indeed things are not as they seem like...

EAGER TO FIND 2(continued)

the old calender on my study table got replaced by a new glittering one.even that poorly shining source of light stalked its way to junk box(couldn't propel its life span.)it was destined to work uptil then....ITS NEW YEAR AGAIN. n m left wondering how we rejoice at being old again...somewhere getting close to our death beds.! but thats what we are here for...puppets,sometimes turned topsy-turvy by brutual situations no less than those dramatically created for entertainment...

amidst all these ,some events touch the bottom of our souls...for me,---it was d news of  the sudden demise of one of my batchmate;a tragic end to an all rounder who had just started his  journey.i was aghast at his death.tears rolled down for this person with whom i had never interacted during my college days.all that kept running to and fro in my mind was DO GOOD PEOPLE REALLY  DIE YOUNG?

one of the hardest things in our life is to JUDGE.whether what we chose,what we got,what we did was correct or wrong.or in bigger words judge how god the almighty has planned our lives...(loss of love,enhanced mental strenght,untiring support of parents,criticism,new love,friend turning foe,ups and downs of career,friend who understands you the most but wants something else,accusations,the jealousy drive,a relaxed state of mind...the end)

WHEN A BLOG BECOMES A MAGAZINE

                                 I felt this urgent need to include something quite opposite to my usual posts.more so because i fear that my readers would start  calling my blog an overdose of emotional content.blogs are just like shopping malls,you need to offer newer things every other day than your counterparts do or else be prepared to pull down the shutters.obviously its hilarious to draw a comparison between a shopping mall without customers and a blog without readers but its at this hilarious note that i suddenly jumped on from poetic verses and prose to COUNSELLING.why not keep the integrity of my name?(yes,browsing through the pages of a Baby names book,i discovered that Monika means a ‘counseller’.thanks to the publisher for saving me from a really ‘meaningless’ name.)

So here’s me in a all new Avataar,sharing titbits about...well about US ,the girls;)

Here are 7 ways to reach a girl’s heart  faster(not at super sonic rate but can prove to be catalytic)

    The HALO works

    The Cindrella shoe

    Watch out your WATCH

    Carry the Astray

    Be a coconut

    Talkative –ARE u?

    Be her MAN

THE HALO WORKS- you maybe a cricketer,a politician’s son,a die hard metal fan,an atheist ,a geek or a heartthrob...but what counts in the eyes of girls is the decency you have with you –‘decent and well mannered’-prerequisites to be in the limelight.

THE CINDRELLA SHOE-you don’t need to carry the glass shoe and wonder who would befit it.rather check out your own footwear.a passage  to a girl’s heart is through your evenly polished shoes,you might not want to fall short on it.

WATCH OUT YOUR WATCH-to have a track of time implies you have a track of everything else-health,wealth,duties,errands ,relationships,to brief up-of the track of life. All you need is a time tracker- a Wrist watch.

CARRY THE ASTRAY-if you smoke,don’t leave the trail behind on the floor,use a fancy astray(create 1).even though girls are getting used to boys fluffing smoke into the air,think of the damage you are doing to her sponge like lungs.

BE A COCONUT-dats a mantra- a wall from outside but a cotton candy from inside.

TALKATIVE-ARE U?-a quite controversial matter.its natural to like a person who voices out his feelings but than too much of chatter and clatter on your part can become annoying.so its better to be a man of few words but the best and apt words.

BE HER “MAN”-Toby Maguire can be Spideman,Pattinson can be Bella’s Edward( the vampire man;))- you just need to be her MAN.its your task to melt your girl and no one on earth can sit for that exam on your behalf.cause there are some vows which only YOU can make and keep.only you can assure that you are your lady’s fellow traveller when she would embark on her life’s journey.it is you alone who can make her feel loved and secured.

                                                                                                      Hapy courtship...

P.S. none of the contents written above are meant to hurt the priced sentiments of my readers.its a pure work of fiction alone.

eager to find

its raining and 2 hours more to dawn...3 16am,a dark hostel room(thanks to the electricity),a poorly shining light source and a busy laptop...(a sleek sony vaio)...oh n yes the thunder...n myself to fit into this mundane scene.
what am i up to at this  anti snoozing hour!yes--defines the nocturnal characteristics in me.but that isnt a worry...worry is d mind full of thoughts am carrying with me...phew was just shocked for a moment,this lightning and thunder are adding weightage to my already heavy thoughts...
well like u even i seem confused about my late retirement 2 my blog but situations around me have forced me to think and rethink...does it happen to u  too that you endleesly seek an answer to an already answered question expectant of your perfect answer and only dismayed at final outcome...hey hey whats this,this cant happen to me again...uh uh uh..cruel life...dint even let me browse the initial speck of overflowing emotions in me...this time thanks to d flickering light of my priced sleek gadget ...phew it wil be dead in few minutes from now...hope not the questions,apprehensions,emotions and hope in me...     
                                                              

                                                                                                          to be continued...

(LONELINESS)

Yes i fear this word,

Yes i fear to face this world.

At times when alls still and all is wild

I feel it inside me clear.

At times when all are here,

When i am being cared

I feel it inside me deep.

It is this fear that makes me not trust,

Not sing along the melody gale,

Not swing along the happy sail,

Not love the loving soul.

What is this fear,why is this fear,

The question being the answer to self,

The steps retraced when steps paced ahead,

The mocking fate prying around,

Its hard,its never the same.

If i could,yes,if i could,

Rewrite my story again,

I would start from the place i began.

Erase, what is called PAIN,

Thrashing loneliness to oblivion

And just a little love to gain...

(another phase of our lives which sometimes sojourns in us or may even rest deep seadtedly)

A DAUGHTER’S PROMISE TO A FATHER

                        No matter how hard the blow might be,

                            It won’t be harb to shatter your child ,

                      For its the same courage you instilled, its the same

                             Blood running my vein.

                      Your words are those verses for me which have

                             Taught me to face the crowd,

                      Your support is that wall on which i can lean

                              Upon when all others have demolished.

                       Life has shown touch pictures to you,

                              it was never a smooth run,

                       it was a struggle for every single pence,

                               censure and betrayal weren’t uncommon,

                      So it is natural dear father

                             for you to be apprehensive....

                     to fear about my future ,my fate.

                       Dear father, its a promise today,

                            i wont disappoint you,

                        won’t let that pride fall,

                     won’t be hurt by any emotional upsurge,

                         won’t be tired to reach my goal,

                     and finally won’t step behind

                              to fulfil all your dreams

                  -won’t fall short to be fit enough

                          To call myself a good daughter.

                                                  A daughter’s earnest desires from the deepest core of her heart!

                                CITY(GUWAHATI)BUS AND ETC ETC......

Is there a space to breathe? Grab that seat at cost...man overtake...Chandmari,Adabari...(yell...even though there’s no vacancies)...Apuni olop heifale jaboniki,baideo olop humai jao bhitorole...chaala bhaara nijor morjit borhai lou je tohoti...busot eman hubidha lage jodi nijor gaari jaaok...

           Well thats just an excerpt of a daily motion city bus movie...needs no premier, needs no ads...Everyone here in guwahati have been a silent or hollering spectator cum audience to the series of events unfolding in a city bus ride here in this massive city.

           Nothing new,least to ponder upon...but something certainly is...

Like the other day,i was sitting by the window seat luckily(coz there was not a millimetre of the bus unoccupied) and there was this fat lady in her 30s seated just beside me.suddenly there was rough movement on her part,the effect being displacing me from my position towards  the body of the bus...that almost infuriated me and called forth some action on a thinny-minny’s part...but wait,coz what i saw next in the scene baffled my senses.

           Here enters the protagonist(non fictional)...a man in his 40s,all in action constantly rubbing himself against the lady’s poor shoulder.my reaction was...pause...beep...pause...

He was just using the crowded bus to his advantage to satisfy his dumb and dead private part, must have been left unsatisfied by his spouse, or must have had a fight, or must be a pervert, or must have been aroused by the cleavage of the busty lady he had been prying from the start...

Was that  even a place to enhance his libido...a city bus...

The whole act kept me wondering and wondering and much more when the man followed the lady to her bus stoppage...he must have been charmed and armed...

            As for me, i was alarmed ...

                                                                                 Happy and safe journey!!!