Friday, April 21, 2006

This poem is about a person who accidentally contracts AIDS while donating blood.....


it's my birthday happy birthday to me;
it's my birthday and no one 's come to wish me

i laugh then i cry coz there are'nt many i will see

all i wanted to do was to save lives by giving blood
thanks to my thought i am dying instead
no one now wants to shake my hand
mother father no one understands

no amount of make up can help me conceal
my thoughts my fears the way my mind feels
neighbours friends no one seems to see me
even my dog fails to know me

the pain is'nt in dying the pain is in the wait
i wonder if in hell we enter thru a seperate gate
i hope it s not .no i hope its true
just like u dont wanna see me, i dont wanna see u

The Reprobate

Thursday, April 20, 2006


we are the same ,differ in just the name;
we are failures somewhere .....its all in the game,
we have broken hearts and had ours broken,
we have opened or mouth when we should'nt have spoken

we shed blood we all shed tears;
we all have a place to bury our fears
we sweat and tire, we all hide to cry
we have all loved someone though we dont know why

we fear change , we all dread death,
we run from the only things sure in life,
we want our dreams and cant bear our nightmares,
we are dumb driven cattle, not heroes in strife

we all feel pain hate it as we might
we have lgs that ran away wen our heart wanted to fight
we have all wanted to shout in this big bad world
we dont wanna think just do what we are told

we aim for the stars and reach for the skies
we all fall down getting blinded by the light,
with our heads held high yet our thoughts so low,
we are all sinking down together and there is no where else to go

Monday, April 17, 2006


Owing to tremendous pressure from the millions and millions of my fans,i HAVE decided to updated my blog.I know its been a while but the reason that i didnt update my blog is because of the most obvious one.........nothing happening in my life.
Ok , i shall try to explain the past few weeks in as "interesting" a manner as possible excerpts and musings on the past few weeks..........
I live very close to Salt lake stadium in Kolkata and was hence a passive witness to the local derby match between East Bengal and Mohun Bagan.
the match resulted in East Bengal winning 3-1 and the celebrations which went on tuntil late into the night were to be seen to be believed.Football is alive and kicking in kolkata and its great to see that it is.

Before Last week; I had never really ventured out into main calcutta ( yup!! my calcutta experience was limited to the outpost called Salt Lake City) and for the first time i realised that calcutta is full of paradoxes, a city steeped in a lot of tradition .....that is slowlly but surely crumbling .A city where the immediate needs of growth and expansion are taking its toll on what once was a place with a heart. a city with history and heritage........... a grand old dame whose past will in all probability be a lot more rosy and pleasant than its future or present.

But i could also see a greater side to this, calcutta has a certain rhythm (i dunno how else to put it) newer cities like bangalore (ah sweet sweet home ) are still trying to find their rhythm, but calcutta has found its and has hapily settled into its own tune and beat and is comfortable in it.
Calcutta is a city where everyone thinks they have a chance of making it (the harbourer of dreams....) evryday hundreds of people come into the city hoping to make it big....... most remain jus that.dreams
(to be concluded..don't ask me when)

liked the am posting it

HAND IN MY POCKET--Alanis Morisette

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab