I am a farmer, a cook, a gangster and a micro-blogger

Well, thanx to the social networking sites...I had become too busy some time back...busy, when I might have sat idle letting the devil get busier in his workshop..

As i was saying, i was busy enough not to have time to spent on phone, not to have time to chat, or to even blog. thanks to facebook and twitter...I almost had changed my profession and became a micro-blogger, don, a cook and a farmer...much of my time was taken up by giving news updates(within 140 characters), cooking, farming and killing and looting people, looting banks and robbing pimps. I became the owner of several Italian restaurants, farm houses and a gang of mafia to help me kill others.I owned a farm where I cultivated different crops, fruits and vegetable. i enjoyed being a constant source of news, more so after klout.com stated myself a communicator... i was the most violent person and at the same time kind soul to adopt stray cats, cows and sheep who lost their ways...i would also do some cleaning job at my neighbour's farms...And trust mee i dont know half of the people who are my neighbours.. they are there only because they help mee earn points and climb up the levels of the game...more so in case of my mafia gang...of the 30 odd people in my gang i guess i know 7 of them... :P

If not for anything else, I heartily thank Facebook and Twitter for turning us into a race of farmers, restaurant owners, dons and micro-bloggers. Now in case you have a raised eyebrow and are wondering how I managed to put in some time for my blog after such a long time, I’d like to inform you that the reason is not that my pumpkins, cotton, and watermelons will take some time to be ripe for harvest or my energy needs to be refilled before I am able to loot more banks or there is no news update to be tweeted... but more so because I thought, I might as well put down my thoughts on this page.

aj golir sheshe adho ondhokar e ekta odbhut nishobdo chhilo...lamp post er holde alo tar dik e takiye kichhukhon dariye thaklaam....mone pore gelo koto purono kotha....north calcutta r soru goli...shent shente dewal gulo...du ekta kukurer gheu gheu....neon er alo...jhimiye jawa bari gulo ki jeno bolte chaito...oli goli diye hente jetaam amra...ofuronto kotha charidik er nistobdhotar buk chire beriye jeto...

aaj toh shei muhurto gulo nei arr...somoy koto taratari chole jaaye...jhapsha hoye ashe chokh...kono rokom e chokher jol muchhe dekhte chesta kori shei fele asha din gulo...aaj ker ei muhurto tao ekdin periye jaabe...tumi chole jabe onno kothao...ami hoitoh erom kono bristi mukhor shondhaye tomar kothai khali bhabbo...dhussor akasher dik e takiye tomar bondhhutter kotha mone porbe...

moner modhye jom e thaka ek rash obhimaan miliye jabe ek nimeshe...hathat khuje pabo kobitar patay koto smriti...koto swopno...nibhrite katano muhurto...hoitoh tokhon amar khub jante ichha korbe tumi kothae achho?? kemon achho?? aaj o ki ager motto hasho shob kothaye?? aaj o ki paglamo koro sobar saathe?? aaj o ki kauke kache tene nao alto ekta chumu khete?? goli r shesher ondhokar e amader fele asha bondhutto dariye dekhbe amay...hasbe hoitoh amar osohayota dekhe... tokhon o amar mon thikana khujbe tomar....

klanto shei jibon er bhar ami bohon kore jabo...roj...nitto noimitto kaaj e ga bhashiye....bok bok korbo sobar saathe...hasbo sarakhon....tobuo jibon thakbe amar tomar paraye...amar hariye jawa alo khujbe tomay sara jibon...kaaj sheshe majh raat e sobai jokhon ghumiye porbe ami opekhya korbo tomar ashar...kichhu muhurter ushno sporsher...sara jibon...jotodin e dhor e pran thakbe amar...

ektu age jhom jhomiye onek ta bristi hoye gelo...ek tana onek khon...nistobdho raat er buk chire....onorgol jhom jhom shobdo...ekhon theme gechhe...ba hoitoh jhir jhir kore pore cholechhe...raat ta ke aro ochena kore diye...ash tray te jom e othe deshlai kathi arr pora cigarette er tukro...rong er anki buki canvas e...samner barir tin er chal e ekhono tip tip shobo....kaan pete shune cholechhi ami...

du chokh e jol....kar jonno janina...ei mon kharap...ei jom e thaka obhimaan...ek rash kalo megh....shob e hoitoh bishesh karur jonne...mon k oti koste shanto korechhi ami....karur kotha bhabteo bhoy korchhe amar....thot ta kenpe uthlo tir tir kore...du chokher jol gaal beye neme elo...

khub druto palte jaye somoy...smriti gulo jhapsha lage chokhe r jol e...kichhu swopno...ghoduli r bristi bheja alo....du hath bariye ek mutho jol...ghasher opor halka rod uthle khali paaye hente berabo eka...mon e tokhon jotoi bristi neme ashuk....ami toh ekai...amar toh keu nei...

i thot i wud escape to the stars with u...kintu akash er oi chotto tara gulo boddo kache chole esechhe...hath baralaei chhunte paari ami oder...aaj bhablaam tokek ek tukro shondhye debo ami...ek akash bhora bristi te mora ek tukro sondhye....arr tar saathe debo ek mutho tara...dekh na ekbaar akasher dik e takiye...kotto kache chole eshechhe tara gulo...chupi chupi bolchhe toke amar moner kotha...kaner kache phish phish shobde haschhe....aah jalio na amay...jao tomra...ami ektu eka boshe bhabte chai...tor chokhe neel akash er kotha...bhabte bhabte ghumiye porbo kono ek somoy...du ek fonta bristi r jol eshe porbe amar chokhe mukhe...jege uthe dekhbo tui haschhish amar paglamo dekhe...oi tara gulo r deshe boshe amay dekhchish arr haschish...khub raag hobe amar...mukh firiye nebo ami...tui hoitoh bolbi amay ekbar ti tor dik e mukh ferate...ekbaar chokh tule chaite...ekbar ektu haste...ami takabo naa...tui abar bolbi amay...tarpor amar chibuk dhore mukh ta tulbi...ektu opor e...ami chokh namiye thakbo...tui alto kore amar kopaler opor theke chul gulo soriye dibi...ami lajja pabo ektu...hasbo olpo kore...tara ra amader dekhe hasbe...arr ami mone mone shob theke shukhi bodh korbo....irsha hobe sobar...hoye hok...ami toh shukhi...shob theke beshi shukhi...

ei shob e amar kolpona...ei choritro gulo o kalponic...fictional...tui o r ami o....amra sobai kalponic...khali sotti hobe ei muhurto ta....oi akasher tara gulo...dhussor kalo megh arr ek poshla bristi....e shob e sotti...arr toke j ami bhalobasi seta?? sotti?? naki kalponic??

amar chotto ektu abdaar....

aaj tor kaache ekta abdaar korbo....ek soptaho r onador e ami j boroi jhimiye porechhi...aaj tai sara dupur janla diye bristi dekhechhi aar mone mone toke kache anar fondi entechhi....toke nasta nabud korar motto hajar o abdaar ekhon amar mone....sara din boshe boshe anki buki katlaam ekta purono khatar pataye...besuro gaan er sur gun gun...alosh dupur e bichhanaye epash opash....hathat uthe boshe baire jhunke dekhlaam....bristi porchhe....kokhon namlo bol toh?? tor chintaye attoi mogno j bujhtei parini?? khali paaye ek doure baire gelaam....ektu bhiji....du hath mele dhore...abar ek chhutte bhetor e...kajol ta sara mukhte lepte...hathat haslaam...lajja pelaam ektu...

ekta chotto abdaar tor kachhe...boli ki kore?? khub j lajja korchhe amar ekhon....ekbaar ti asbi?? amar dupur ta boro oshompurno....olpoti bhalobashbi?? bhoriye dibi amay?ektu khani ador....?? ektu khani kache tene niye?? ektu khani ushno sporsho...alto ekta-duto-tinte chumu...??tor niswash er gorom bhap amar thik kaan er niche....ektu faank pele ami na hoye toke du chokh bhore toke dekhbo....arr khub kache tene nile lajjaye tor buk e mukh lukiye nebo...bhoy korbe naa amar ektuo....tobe jodi tui amar kache na ashish....na bhalobaste chash amay....raag korbo na ami....daabi o rakhbo naa kichu...kandbo na....mone mone kosto o pabo naa...khali hasbo...r tor kaache abdaar korbo amar ami ke firiye dite....

akash ta aaj boroi nil..

akash ta aaj boroi nil..
aaj amay peechu deko naa...
je rong tomar chokhe shamil...
she chokh bhijiye dio naa...
bondhu tomar ami tai....
onno daabi rekho naa...
deko naa...
bondhutter hoyena podobi...
bondhu tumi kendo naa...
bondhu sobuj chirodeen...
bondhutter boyesh bare naa...
bondhu tomar ami tai....
antyiotaye bendho naa...
kendo naa...
hoitoh tomar alnaye...
thakbe na amar jama...
jhulbe na tomar barandaye....
amar punjabi pajama...
tobuo moner janalay....
obadh anagona....dujona....
hathat cha er sugondhe...
hathat kono boi er pataye...
hathat moner anonde...
apon mone kobitaye....
hathat khuje pawa sukh...
char dewale bendhonaa...
dhore rekho naa...
akash hoye jabe fekashe...
tobu amader ghuri...
urbe moner akashe...
ononto chelemanushi...
shei chelemanushi take...
onno naam e deko naa...
peechu deko naa...

listen to the song here

what is so precious about u?? why i miss you so much...?? why do i think about u all the time?? why do i find reasons to talk to you once...?? and when we talk y do i find excuses to make the conversation longer and longer?? why do i always want to be with you?? y do i always keep thinking about the cozy moments we shared...?? why is there a spark my eyes when i see that green button glow beside your name in my gtalk?? why does it always feel happy to hear your voice??why do i think of you deep into the night of the moments when you have looked deep into my eyes??why does my heart always rises up to bless thee?? why do i always want to be where you are??why do i wake up from the dream with a smile on my face and then all of a sudden start crying??why do i want only you to hold me tight when i am feeling lonely?? why are you the reason for the tear drops in my eyes??

coz you are someone WORTH it....

i am not a princess of some fairytale....i am just a dreamer who keeps on dreaming bout u...i dont ask you to love mee in return....to wipe of my tears when i cry...to turn back and look at mee when u have already surpassed mee...to hold my hands and make me cross the hurdles of life....to lend me a short breath when i am ill...to soar high with mee in the middle of the night to the land of some unknown stars....to be a part of my musing...to walk bare feet on the grass after it had rained...to stand on the edge of the cliff with arms stretched when the sun goes down....

all i am asking you to do is to wake up every morning to dream with mee....

home coming of maa

the morning felt to special today after mom returned from guwahati after nearly a month...i was happy...as i opened the door i didnt have to flash one of those fake smiles that i generally do when one of those noisy relatives arrive...

maa...there she was....my maa....i jumped into her arms and hugged her for long...until she got irritated and pushed mee off her...i tugged back again and that irritated her even more....but it was fun...moms back...finally...to mee...to her home...i hadnt realized it earlier....not atleast before i saw her this morning...how much i had missed her...how much the empty, lonely house needed her...

i took her bags in...fetched some chilled water for her and arranged for some tea...maa is perhaps the only indispensable person of my life...she had kept on accepting all my mistakes over the years....and all that with a smile...and even today i feel the biggest support and security of my life come from my mom...

coffee.....i cant do without

young couples are often found sitting cozily in some silent corner of a coffee shop. only a few are caught around the trees in the lush gardens of city and hardly anyone is sighted walking hand in hand in a Plaza. Of late, the language of love seems to have changed and the chemistry seems to have developed into a new equation.

Something like : "Foamy cappuccino + bubbly ambiance = chocolaty love" or “a cuppa fuming black coffee + sizzling browning = hot love” all credit to coffee parlors that dotted up the city map. "Let's talk it over a cuppa coffee," has become something like a signature tune among the young gen.

My friend once said, “a lot can happen over a cuppa coffee”...and yes a lot did happen over a few dozen cups of coffee...all lazy Sunday afternoons, we had spend in coffee shops, talking endlessly over few rounds of coffee...our latest crush...the habit was taken up then only to have grown intenser now... we always had our own private corner at the CCDs where we cud exchange a few naughty glances and pretend to have not noticed it at all....hours were spent relaxing and talking over coffee...the brewing smell still brings back the memory afresh.