Jul 6, 2011

Yes. Ruffled times.
Happens to the best of us... the last couple of months have been...*eventful*...
Suffice to say I'm still me. and that counts.

The major transition, of course, has been the boho-to-corporate metamorphosis of yours truly. Yes, postgrads is over and I'm working. :)
However, cool though it is to work in a huge office full of the coolest folks ever, and be paid pretty damn well, Tech Comm can effectively screw your eloquence. As it must be evident by now.
I took somewhere around five minutes to type these few lines.

Anyway, for now, enjoy this.
I (hope I) shalt be back soon.

Facebook You vs. Real You: The Animated GIF!
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Dec 7, 2010

brutal-dom.

SO,
first, sorry you lovely folks! I've been away for sometime thanks to what I had earlier called 'my tantrum-throwing pampered brat of an internet connection'. But occasionally, like now, having three laptops, two connections and a rich daddy helps. ;) As also, the fact that semester exams are finally over and oh what joy! It's party season!

second,
October 20th saw Kolkata freaks witnessing the fourth edition of the first-of-its-kind Underground Metal Fest in the city. The Pit v.4: Rogue Dimension consisted of eight local underground Extreme Metal bands performing for eight hours in a rip-your-throat, melt-your-face extravanganza with adrenaline running down the sides. 11am onwards, a usually sleepy, quiet paara theater auditorium in Kalighat,a posh locality among the oldest areas of Kolkata, saw mysterious-looking pierced and tattooed people in black arriving in hoardes and accumulating...
By 2pm, the theater, its ginormous stage, the auditorium- all of it had been metempsychosed(is that even the word? LOL) into a raging pit- spewing wrath, blood and dust round its circumference.
A space that is usually barred to anything more than 300 people was forced to admit 800-900 tensile-steel-nerved Metal enthusiasts.

Now, for the photos!!
First, obviously, me with the boy...
Next, Evil Conscience in action.
Pritam (the boy) on guitar.


Arunava aka Grimforecast, the beast with the mic.



Niloy aka Imp Estine, the monster on drums


Jonny on the bass


and us, the fangirls/boys. You can see the starry-eyed(Well, not quite..) me sitting (of all places), right *on* the stage in front of the monitors.




Sinful Oath.
Kunzang, the pint-sized decibel demon.

Kunzang, mic-man and Soumabir(aka Pittu) on guitar.


Bibek, bass/bawaal man and Vineet, guitar player.





Oh, and that's Pittu again. Maybe someday he'll grow up, poor dear bro of mine. ;)


Erased Undead



Rajdeep aka Rjd the growler and Pratik the screamer.




Neerajan on the axe.



Chronic Xorn
Sunny aka Saptadeep, growler.

Axeman Suvam



Dead, aka Angshuman, little bass-demon


Tamaghna, the drum humachine.



Yonsample
Arka, voice.

Jojo, axe.

Ani, four strings.


Pupai, melody.

Unfortunately, I couldn't shoot 3 bands- Wranglers, Burnout Syndrome and What Escapes Me, but maybe I will. Next time around. :)

Oh, and here are a few bonus additions:
Me and soul-sis Mallika.


MOSH!!!!! Fuck aye! \m/


Stagediving/Crowdsurfing.

[The last two pics courtesy Kushal.]

Nov 22, 2010

unsigned

Fucking semester exams ruining my life.
Officially..

See you people later if I'm sane post-December 1.

Nov 11, 2010

:-/

Apologies, people!!
Me tantrum-throwing pampered brat of an internet connection had taken a hike. And now, my lappy's fucked coz hey!! MaywhoevermadeTROJANHORSESdiehorriblyandhaveabadBADBADBADeatyourownshitafterlife.

See y'all. when all that's done.
Have an awesome time...
WITHOUT 'em equuASSES.
love.

Oct 21, 2010

Dashami is the day the Goddess officially leaves Earth.
Dashami for us was all weed and gossip.


Retard-hot pose. Me



Oct 19, 2010

Navami, the 9th

Middle-age of the festive-being. The last day before the goddess takes off for her hilly, snowy abode. Navami is the day when people clamour to get the best among their yet-unworn outfits out of their wardrobes, when they are all but spent and the little energy left is carefully expended drop by drop on the last, precious bits of pandal-hopping. Crowd-wise, it's there on the list second only to Ashtami, since Navami is when lazybums like me realize that Pujo's almost over and there is still-repeat, STILL- a lot of pandal-hopping to do.
Navami's meet-up spot was Rashbehari- again one of the most convenient, accessible and common points in the city. Pandals visited were: Badamtala Aashar, 66 Pally, Mudiali, Shivmandir and Lake Youth Corner. Then of course, we tripped off to Maddox. Maddox, as usual, was abuzz with frolicky youth on the look out for hotties, and wonderfully-dressed localites whose outfits we could ogle for hours on end. We bought the usual bhopus(indigenous flutes, bubblewaterthingyinpinkplasticbottle, cigarettes and tea. And following that, it was the regular carnival. :)
At Maddox...


Me, Srooti and the wall ;) Lake youth corner.


Ananya and me, Maddox...


Deba, me, Ananya and Srooti: Mudiali.


Mallika and me at Maddox.


66 Pally. Glass and cellophane art, umbrella lamps and colours.


Lake youth corner: Jute boats.

66 Pally


Badamtala Aashar: How neighbourhood houses bask in reflected glory



Shivmandir: Gunny bag art