"Grandma Take Me Home..."

2011-07-06T19:53:00.001+05:30

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.

see more Failbook

brutal-dom.

2010-12-07T23:43:00.018+05:30

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.]

unsigned

2010-11-22T02:23:00.003+05:30

Fucking semester exams ruining my life.
Officially..

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

:-/

2010-11-11T04:12:00.003+05:30

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.

2010-10-21T19:21:00.006+05:30

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

Retard-hot pose. Me

Navami, the 9th

2010-10-19T12:02:00.009+05:30

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

Ashtami, the 8th

2010-10-18T21:02:00.009+05:30

Ashtami is the most important day of Pujo. Continuing the age metaphor, a Bengali would tend to look at it as the adulthood of the Pujo-being. It is the day the best- and often the most traditional- outfits are put together, the best localities visited, the hugest plans made. It is also the day believers offer the Anjali to the goddess. Vaise the anjali could be offered any and all of the pujo days, but the Ashtami anjali tends to assemble the most number of devotees.
Ashtami saw us wearing sarees, and looking our traditional best. We met up at Gariahat, and got a cab a tad too soon. Reached New Alipore in under half an hour and visited two of the richest and most acclaimed pandals in the city- Suruchi Sangha and Behala Notun Dal...
Everything was fun, except the returning home which took me 2hrs instead of the usual 45 min, thanks to the unthinkable traffic shit that Pujo-ised Kolkata sees.
Us in Garaiahaat: From left: Deba, Me, Mallika, Roop.

At Ananya's place.

Me and Srooti at Anu's place.

Deba and Roop: They brighten up any footpath.

Idol.

The pandal at Natun Dal.

Saptami, the 7th

2010-10-17T02:04:00.006+05:30

So what was Saptami?
Saptami is when we're past the first day of pujo. It is the afternoon of the Puja-being. Past infanthood, on the brink of adulthood... :)
Pujo adolescence.

We met up at Jodhpur Park, one of the most swanky localities in the city, quite close to my place and beautiful. They had a pandal that looked like a Lego structure. :)

Then we visited the Selimpur Pally pandal, which is always among the most innovative ones in the city. This year it's wood filigree. The main pandal was made of wooden planks nailed haphazardly together.

wood filigree swallow.

the interior of the pandal, with the idols.

the body of the pandal

Then, of course we went off to Maddox Square. Maddox Square, typically, is the coolest hangout spot in all of Kolkata during the pujo. It is where the best fashion can be spotted, the hottest girls/guys seen, the coolest guys/girls seen, the classiest sarees noticed and the best of the pujo ambience bits soaked up. And, no offense but, I need must say this: No one but a Kolkatan shall ever know what Maddox Square, or what we call Pagla Shaar Chouko(Pagla=bong for Mad, Shaar for Ox and Chouko for Square), feels like.

So anyway here be pics:

And these are some of the idols.

Maddox Square. This idol is decked all over with 24carat gold jewellery.

Avasarika.

Shashthi, the 6th

2010-10-14T14:06:00.007+05:30

Shashthi was the quintessential meeting up at the Durgabari, one of the two hottest meet-up spots for the city youth. Then of course, grooving to the dhaaks( which I honestly consider the best part of Pujo.)The Cornettos, the bhopus, the 'Amplifier' played on full volume in a car full of uber-cute guys, who incidentally, couldn't get enough of ogling us. :P Then the long walks, the crowds, the glow, the pandals, the idols, more cute guys, the cigarettes, the pictures.

Me and Onu outside the Ballygunge Cultural Pujo.

Double chocolate love. (Do you like my new Tote with the Betty Boop print?? :D )

Srooti and Onu: Hindustan Park, Sparsh.

Us: Sparsh

Onu and Me: Durgabari

Me: 21 pally.

Augnivo and Roop: Just outside Durgabari.

Riya and Deba: Painting the town Red.

And here are the idolpics. Do you like them? The first one is one of those cartoonish, unconventional, cute idols. The second is the conventional devi. You can get a slight idea of the grandeur accompanying the festival here from the second pic. :)

I'm off to another evening of flitting about town.
PS: I made this gauzyflower pendant before going out last evening. In case you didn't notice it, scroll up, it's right there in the pics.

Likey?

See ya folks later. :) Have fun.

Panchami

2010-10-13T03:53:00.005+05:30

Durga Pujo's here. Every Bangali blogger's blogging about it but HEY! I happen to be an Atheist. This time every year is my dark-night-of-faith or whatsit... blah.. meaning, every year this time I wonder why I don't believe and every year this time I wish I were a devout Hindu. Durga is a cute, mommy goddess. Praying to her felt good when I was a kid. Then I knew what I'd known as God is nonexistent/malicious/a retard.

Every year, on Panchami, I tell myself no one would be happier than me if I were proven wrong.
Proven wrong, that is to say, in a good way of course, or the 'malicious' bit would stick.
:)

Here's to the festival Atheists and Believers enjoy alike.
Cheers.

Pujo for us of course, means ALOTLOTLOT of new clothes, new shoes, new bags, FASHION, fun, frolic, coursing all over the city, birdwatching and booze.
Panchami began with beer. At my flat in NewTown. The one with the huge grill-less half-frenchwindows you could sit on. Unlike the concrete jungle the Calcutta heartland is, Newtown is planned and the skies beckon every heart with a fervent 'Cmon!! Get high!!!' The breeze has quite a...how should I put it...character.

Me and as you must have known by now, Ananya. Sisters in Atheism, Feminism, Socialism and Brain-ism.

The window. A lovely barn owl with a smooth face visited me the other day while I was sitting on this sill.

Deba, me, Srooti. Srooti's expression: Don't mind them, they're just kids.

Me and Srooti.

Us on the sill. From left: Devika, me, Anoo, Deba.

And this one, I leave to you to caption.xD

The boyfriend meanwhile, is on his way to Goa for the Searockfest, the BITS Pilani Goa fest. The show starts at 3am on the 15th and goes on till late morning. Should be fun. Here's all the love and luck to Evil Conscience and Yonsample, the two acts from this city participating. :)

PS: I want to break up. :(

C ya folks later. Have fun. And Bangalis, have double the fun others are having. :D

Egg Chair and Adhesive

2010-10-07T18:19:00.011+05:30

Last evening the IIT Delhi Blitzkrieg Prelims were held at Someplace Else, The Park. As I type this, an open mic is brightening up the same place right now. I'm having to miss it cuz I'm supposed to be *Studying* for tomorrow's test on Various Feminisms. Anyway so the show was fun, and unlike most of the SPE gigs, it began pretty darn early (6pm, to be precise)and we got to trip on the music, socialize, headbang, and generally, have a lot of fun for a long time ON A GIG NIGHT *at a pub in cal*. :)
Someplace Else has, among a couple of other minuses, a very cramped stage and a narrow audience space. Obtaining good snaps,therefore, obviously is a feat in itself. These are a couple featuring the boyfriend's band. Not sure who took them though. Probably Priyam Da's new girlfriend. ;) I, being the incorrigible perfectionist, edited them.

From left, Pritam(the bf), Arunava and Johnny. And at the back on the machine: Niloy.
And, this goes without saying the first picture at the beginning of this post is the boyfriend. :blush:

Also, these are our quintessential Park-lounge-retarded-half-egg-chair pics. :)
Me and Debalina aka Dab.

Me and Mallika

From left, Roop, Deba, Mallika and Me

Deba and Roop. Brootal momma and Metal kid pose.

Oh and bonus pics: These taken *inside* SPE.

huggables <3

and me, smiling retardedly away to glory.

And this is one snap of me and fellow blogger&onebestfriend&completelycoolchica Ananya that I love.

And You naughty kid, if you're reading this, some things are just bad. BAD. You naughty brat!!! Substance abuse is one thing. Breaking promises is another. When the former ACCOMPANIES the latter, it spells calamity! And really, there are costlier drugs. You don't have to be a rickshaw-wallah, y'know!!

Facebook makes family Fun.

2010-10-04T21:57:00.005+05:30

So, all of a sudden, I have a son and a daughter-in-law. :)
Yeah, you can breathe. Rajdip (aka RJD Braindrilled) and Sarnali are kids in their mid-teens, also recently parts of the city's underground music circuit, who evidently found some thrill in designating me, a 22-year-old, as their mom and mom-in-law respectively. :P
It's really funny. This thing about listing people as your family members (siblings and parents)on Facebook, is. Though more of a fad, it has its efficacy in conveying to people how social circles(read, bonding) works.
Er, so you know who you should expect to come charging if you mess with their Sister(!). Ok, not quite, but it helps, you see. It tells you who's close to whom and who would NEVER go out with whom (listing someone as your sibling at some point + dating him/her at some point later = virtual incest! muhahahahah). :)
Bleh.
You still don't get it do you?
God I suck.
Bunk it.

The last couple of days have been massively boring, except for Debalina's birthday bash at Arsalan(Biryani...yummmm!), Indus Valley(hookah!) and Haldiram's(Firni!).
I'm looking forward to two gigs. The boyfriend's band plays at Someplace Else for the IIT Delhi fest prelims on Wednesday, and the open mic on Thursday. Evil Conscience has also been selected for the Searockfest, Goa. So yayy! Proud of you honey.
The only bad thing about national competitions is that I can't see them play, and the missing and oh I so hate it when he gets so drunk and stoned MILES AWAY that I feel damn lonely. :(

On the academic front, just a few more months till I complete postgraduation. Happy? Sad? Nervous? Blehh??
Answer: Blehh!!!
Have a test on the 'Various feminisms' paper on Friday, and one on Modernism on the 11th. So wish me luck.
On the craft front, I made this pendant using a button from an old dress, a earring that suffered a broken post(the pink flower thingie) and a 25p coin. :)

Also, found a lovely tomato orange nailpolish that I just HAD to buy.

Do you like it?

Posing in dad's shirt. :D

2010-09-30T17:08:00.007+05:30

Not wearing my labret stud in the pics. :(

Stranded at home with technically nothing to do. Why? Cuz the country's awaiting the verdict of the Ayodhya Debate. It pains us Indians to think of, even today, 17years later, what was one of the worst expressions of the communalism that we've been struggling to lace with two teaspoons of secularism for 63 years. We've been advised against venturing out too far or for too long tonight, cuz, let's face it, we fear a reincarnation of the riots we've always known.
But then, in the end of the day, I believe in my nation, and I believe someday, these horrors shall truly be history. :)

PS: I made LightAlienPersonThingie from Random snap. Look. :D

Denim Corsage and Two Nights Out.

2010-09-26T23:17:00.004+05:30

So I made this from old denim scraps, remnants of jeans-to-shorts projects, that I've had lying around for quite some time. The ornate button thingie is from a frock I'd worn 15years ago, when I was a kid of 7.

Funwise, it's been a good time. We went clubbing at the Underground. There was a horde of hot guys on the floor; so that took care of the eye-candy quota. We forgot the camera though. But there remain two outfit snaps we did take. :) Before we left for UG.

Me.

and Mallika.

The next night was all weed and booze and fooling around. <3 With the bf, mallika and pittu.
:)

Florets/Manuscripts/Showers

2010-09-22T04:52:00.004+05:30

Mum picked up these beauties at 10bucks a pair.

Up close

and as part of my ear-adornment series

Don't you love it when roses are violet? :)

Oh, and these are snaps I took on the class trip to the National Library Rare/Old Books Section.

Birthday post, 17th September.

2010-09-18T00:47:00.007+05:30

One proud Virgo writes.
Turning 22 is easy. Atleast not as crappy as turning twenty, which i remember as a figurative kick in the chest. wham!
Anyway the day started off with cakes and wishes and gifts and cards. And a gig-the 2nd day of the Calcutta Autumn Music Fest prelims- at the American Centre, where the bf's band played. Like duhh. Got to see a couple of other good-ish Metal bands with quite some bloom-able potential.. The best bit was knowing the fact that rather stern looking bunches in the city are opening up to Metal, and that, rapidly.

:Hopeful Pria:

Shall have to wait till Monday for the results.

The evening was weed and adda.
And then the quintessential dinner-with-family.

PS: Thank you Bob for the hugs and kisses and for, generally, being there. Love you honey. And thank you Mallika for spending the day with me, for always being there for me, and for making the day special. And for more purple. ;)

For now, you people, here are picture of some 22 years back... :)
me, September 1988. 14 days old.

Me, jan 89

With Ma, mukhe-bhaat, the Bangali christening ceremony, 1989.

With Dad, Uri, the Indo-Pak border, 1989

Ma and me, Jhansi fort, 1988/89

With Dad, Ferozepur, 1989

Oh, and this

was birthday weather. :)

Agon '10

2010-09-15T13:03:00.005+05:30

So, the band competition at the Calcutta National Medical College was held yesterday. The boyfriend's band won again. AND, the boyfriend won best guitarist, Niloy, their drummer won best drummer. So the band took home an amp, a Java guitar and a set of cymbals and drumsticks. :D
So proud of you guys.

Guess what I told Bob while hugging him after he won that guitar?
'Amar dadur college sala! Tora jitbi na toh ke jitbey?'
(trans. My grandpa *owns* this college. You guys *had* to win.) Though this was a joke, Dr Kumar Nath Bagchi, founder-principal of CNMC, *was* my great-grandpa.

So, wayy to go Evil Conscience. \m/
PS: The new OC Mammoth Rivalry was epic.

On another note, I love this violet shirt better with time. Remember having worn it on my birthday last year. I'm less than two days away from the same date this year and this shirt refuses to grow old and/or boring. :D

And this pair of harem pants too. Oh I love purple.

Rhapsody 2010

2010-09-11T00:07:00.002+05:30

Finally.
A *proper* gig. All Metal. After ages! Or, what seems like ages, really!
The Calcutta Medical College organized a competition for the Underground Metal bands of the city. In the last 3 months or so, there were scattered gigs most of which we failed, because, well, let's face it they weren't worth much.
This one as an end to *that* phase, hopefully. The ambience was good(dark dark audi, the crowd was, well, near-good(coz there *were* some poser 'Metalheads' attending) and the music was good. Word has it that the 'new' bands have *some* potential to speak of... and we wanted to check them out. :P
There were around 20 bands in all, and Evil Conscience was declared winner. I mean, like duh. Look who plays guitar. *MY* boyfriend. :prances around proudly:
On a less retarded note, though, it was *really* good to see them play after quite some time. I missed their last performance and was mightily pissed coz of the absurd time fuckup thingummy at Someplace Else, The Park.
After the guys were done playing, I grabbed my guy's sleeve and kissed him right in front of the entire auditorium. Make that *packed* auditorium. And went out immediately to grab a bite. That was my way of congratulating him without taking up too much of his post-playing time, coz I was sure there'd be more of his fans/friends/admirers waiting to speak to him. What he told me afterwards made me roll around laughing for some time. Apparently, two of our previously mentioned 'poser metalheads' confronted him a while later and asked him if he gave guitar lessons. When he'd said he did, they actually asked him who the 'random' girl who'd kissed him right after he'd appeared in the auditorium(after having played) was, and why she'd kissed him, and what it was all about, and they were 'forced' to ask him all of this crap because hey! they were 'curious'.
:D What would *you* have said if you were in Pritam's place?

He told them I was his girlfriend. But that isn't the point. The point is all of this made me think. Is the guitar really seen as a 'random-girl'-attracting device and no more? Firstly, in a crowded auditorium, there were around a hundred guys and just about 10 girls. That's the guy:girl in the Calcutta Metal scene ratio. Approximately.
And, secondly,
THIS. heh.

Weekend, Parties, Gigs, Tiffs

2010-09-07T04:28:00.005+05:30

Dear Change,
You're hardly there when we're craving for you. And you turn into a paranoid psycho stalker when the only thing we need is complacence-draped stability.

You're so elusive I'd have bashed your balls in if I were magister mundi, or whatever they call it.

But I'm not, so DAMN you Chut. :P

It's 4:30am here.
I'll be 22 this 17th and maybe it's a tad too late for adolescent brooding.

So what I did today was go to college, skip class, hang out with a huge HUGE huge group where one very typical Bangali intellectual prof was forced to ask us 'Is there any alcohol or marijuana being consumed here?' and all we could do was grin and shake our heads vigorously like a freakshowretardbrigade performing some morning neck-flexibility-retaining routine and trying to look all baby-eyed innocent.It rained like a frog pissing.Then we sweated like giants pissing.If that makes sense.Tea, cigarettes blah blah later, boyfriend went off to tattoo studio and band rehearsals.Rest of us wend through the steamy streets to the mall which was, as usual, full of fake, plastic looking people struggling to make a mark anywhere and failing.Bleh.
Comfort food:Smoked white pasta with cheese and oregano, and later, waffles with honey and vanilla ice cream at Coffee World.
Blabber blabber gossip gossip.
It was fun, actually.

Then I fought with the boyfriend and I'm so irritated now I bet the bad guys in Mummy felt better with the Scarabs crawling under their skin than I do now.
AAAAARGH~~!!!!!!!

Weekend was good, though.We've been busy clubbing all weekend :wink: and, though the high heels have taken their toll on my poor feet, I'm happy. Love you Mallika, Sourish and birthday boy Ravi and of course, Madhurima and all the others, including my camera. And thank you Dad, for the lift to faari at 11pm, and love you Mom, for having coerced me into not ditching the plan after all.

On another higher note, some of us are hopeful The Pit, the extreme Metal gig for underground bands for Kolkata shall finally resurface as its fourth reincarnation sometime in October, after Durga Puja. And I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Other than that, this is a near-dead season for gigs, the only one in the remote horizon being the Calcutta Medical College Band Competition on the 9th. Cheers and all the best, Honey. :)
PS: Still mad at you! :-x

Ok, party pics.

The last two snaps are a bonus. :P Me and Debalina posing against a blank wall. One of those tough-to-find blank white walls.

We also hogged at Kaninika's birthday treat on the 31st. Silly little headstrong bitch also happens to be my viciously prized best friend.
Mwwwwah, girl! :)

This is the angel. I call this collage 'How people Change. NOT.'

And this one I call 'How Times Change. NOT.'

There, Change. That wasn't a kick to your balls, granted. But you know what there's an expression spelled S-L-A-P.
Ah, never mind. :)

Quick party post

2010-09-01T15:39:00.003+05:30

Me: Paara-posing. 'paraposinggrrl' says Mithun.

Me and Mallika: The one in the Underground, the other inside DJ's car..

Mallika and DJ (:WINKETTY:)

Us.

Dev-DI groovin it up. :P

Me. Umm, trying in vain to look all dainty and blaahh.

Tinni and Mallika: footloose and blah. :P

Hop.

2010-07-07T21:46:00.018+05:30

Hey people. Well met! Fare you well? One year be a long time, aye?

Just for the record, I'm NOT the mad woman locked in the attic of the house next to yours.I'm not even the amnesiac tramp-woman you see while going to work wondering where she hails from.
I'm just lazy.
And I've been even lazier all of this year. :)

The poor little life-snippet blog does not deserve grandiose sculptures borne of my very imaginatively productive :cough: mind;
AND
neither do I have the initiative/will/enthusiasm/perseverance required to update it with all that's passed these recent months.

Shall daguerreotypes do for now? ;)

YES?
Oh, well they will *have* to, knowing the lazy narcissist I am. :)

Here we go then:

First things first. Love.
Thank you for being my very own Sk8er boi. For keeps. Mwah!
:blush:
Yep folks, that's how it is. Lurv. Louve. :)

here be the other pics:

Clubbing night-outs

Stuck in the car on a rainy dawn, post partying.

Us at the Underground, Hotel Hindustan International. Just before Soham left for the UK. From left to right, Soham, Mallika, me and Sourish.
Notice the disembodied(almost) ear sneaking up on them. :)
Just before one of the many breaks. ;)
At Tantra. Nikhil Chinappa, Norman Doray and Ma Faiza night.
Guess where. ;)
HHI. Notice Devika's breathless expression. Well, quite.
Fatigue, or not.
Us in the Calcutta Times(Times of India)

Graduation Convocation
PS: Notice the dress code. ;)

And the freakshow called life
[PS. Don't you worry about the outfit repetition. These are pics of only a couple of days at the most. I don't quite get the camera for myself everyday thanks to my pest of a brother. ;) ]

Night out and booze at Devika's. From left to right, Ananya, Devika, me, Mallika.
One of those very characteristic and necessary parts of a Kolkatan's life. Cha er dokan. Tea stall opposite our University gate.
Worldview.
Seeds, Beanz and Aroma, one of our addictive hangout hookah lounges.
Worldview. The new lobby.

Smart. Another hangout zone.
Vishal and Avik.
Left to right: Moon, Sruti, Sreeja, Tania, Mallika, Zee, me.

Debalina and me. Worldview.

And the finishing touch, MUGSHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
Devika

Sreeja

Ananya

And yours truly, Jadis. ;)

Addictions. (Well, if you insist.) :D

2009-08-29T23:11:00.007+05:30

Heck yes. Music.

LIFE UPDATE

The Pit v.3 was held on the 11th this month. Exclusively Extreme Metal Gig in Kol.

Brootal would be a bloody understatement. If it weren't for this entire underground Metal subculture scene, Kolkata would be severely lacking as far as the music is concerned. While on the other hand, the very existence of Pit, the series of Metal gigs that has been unleashing pure mayhem, mosh-mania and fury... or, in other words, for us Metalheads of Kol, adrenaline fun... has nearly given us something very close to the full dose of live shit we need!

The gig began at 2 and went on till 8.. which was SIX WHOLE HOURS of brutal chop-chop kill-kill smash-smash energy pumping rush! I missed the first 2 hours because of an exam but then headbanged for four hours STRAIGHT. And not plain up-downs mind you, I windmilled and 360-degree-d and fullbodied for the whole fourhour trip. :D We were right in front of the stage, around the moshpits and for people who're regular gig attenders, this generally is THE place to be in... The moshpits were brilliant, the crowdsurfing FUCKING slayed.. we literally had fat Metalfreaks falling on top of us while crowdsurfing... and synchronized headbanging = kvltEST!

Four hours later, we realized both our necks AND our throats had screwed themselves over... one for the windmill-headbanging, and the other for the screaming-along-with-the-bands. In dismay then, we resorted to Emami Fast relief, more cigarettes.. and then... THE stuff, aka, weed!! THEN we had a lot of beer at a friends place, lazed around...
...and returned home at 12. :P
[PS: The good thing about weed is, it is such a friendly drug/or non-drug. :) sigh. Hence we've been smoking up a BIT too regularly these days. :P ]

Bleh. Here's to Metalheads reading this blog then... Keep. Fucking. Supporting. Metal.

And our Pit Ist Krieg. xP Why else would I be willing to proclaim that the terribly stiff, sore neck and crippling body-ache that lasted for one whole week following the darned event were TOTALLY WORTH what we experienced at the event? :D

Yay.
\m/

hole. :D

2009-08-01T13:50:00.006+05:30

Peeeeeeps!!!!!
Here's the latest!

I. GOT. A. LIP PIERCING!!!!!!
yay me.

and without further ado, here be pics...

(Statutory Warning: Uninhibited narcissistic aura may be perceived. Allergic individuals are advised to think TWICE. )

And this

is courtesy Babyface Dead. Bassist and fellowfreak.

Summer. (Also, pics, more pics. And some MORE pics.) the ePIC pic journey!

2009-06-27T22:44:00.021+05:30

Sooo. This was summer for me:-

Having an AWESOME time with an AWESOME group of pals... Sleepovers, LOADS of cigarettes, LOADS of tea-bar addas, loads of rooftop(or otherwise) booze, and booze plans.

Getting out of a damaging relationship.

Also, graduating with a 67% in English hons(and scoring a 70% in this sem!! woohoo!! yes. for all ye ignorant people, 60% in the Arts is considered good, 65% very good, and 70% woohoo material...) from one of the most prestigious English departments in the country, and definitely THE most prestigious English dept in the city... Came in the top ten of the batch... :D PLUS, I get to write a B.A. after my name now~!! -BRAG BRAG- Here's to JUDE! Cheers!!!

Getting into Masters in the same University! Looking forward to the two optional papers I've selected for MA first sem(apart from the two core papers)- Death in the Western Civilization!! (Major gothdom expected!!! xD And AND AND Course co ordinator is Supriya Chaudhuri, one of my favourite profs! yay!!), and Image and Text!! (which'll focus primarily on graphic novels{including Sandman and Persepolis} and Manga!!!) -does an impromptu jig-
Looking forward also to two whole years of fun, hanging out, birdwatching, junkiemonkeying, Metalhead-ing, guitaring, partying, cribbing, gossiping, crying, laughing and dating!! But most of all, looking forward to a fresh new start, with new people, new beginnings and new outlooks. :) Some relationships really do come with an expiry date... and when they reach it, you start getting suffocated, and that's when you know it's probably good for everyone in the scene to just tie up the ends and close the book. Other relationships are meant to last, for the better or for the worse, or even for the boring-er. Whatever it is, I hope more relationships in my life last, that I can accept more people with their shortcomings, and that my boredom threshold and getting-irritated threshold don't remain so fucking SMALL. :P

There have been just a handful of days, or even less than that, when I've NOT been out with friends. I laaik. ^_^

Mayoori wishes to thank Moyna and Murgi and Kowwni for all they've done for Mayoori!! Life's changed, and... if it hadn't been for these people, I wouldn't have been in the mood to type this post out. You guys have been there, and we've all individually been through turbulent times... And in the end we've decided to come out of it alive...together! :D Cheers!!!

On the whole, summer's been fun and interaction, turbulence and learning, decisions and knowing, changing and exploring. Summer's been a change. And I daresay a MUCH much needed one. (:

And here. are. the summer interlude pics! (PS: these are snaps of only three of our FoolingAround-Days. [Look at our outfits :P, you'll know]... I'd have needed an aeon to upload ALL the snaps... of ALL the days...)
one of the many canteens in Ze College!!

mallhoppin'. me with annie!

chaa bar.

me. chaa bar. our favourite hangout space as of now...

our beloved ledges. on a HOT day. (PS. DON'T ask me about that hairband!! It's been my saving grace throughout summer... You have NO clue how terrible the sweat and heat is in Kolkata, and you have NO clue how thankful I am to something that keeps my fringes/bangs off my face!

blue brigade plus a motley. from left, kanny, me, srooti, annie.

weirdfacecontest!

soup!

babyface contest. with kanny.

jadis and rdsherlock. ze bloggers' night out with ze gemelina!!

the world through a carnival mask!

with reema. and cornetto...

with sruti. don't remember where...

the world behind them... :P

the furies!!!

the glares that were too large for my face.. -sob sob-

Also, here are some amateurish collages I did without photoshop... :'( Will have to reinstall that saviour! Please click on the pics!! Fullview plz!

Summer also saw family parties and weddings. Here be partypics.
woohoo for vodka in wacky plastic glasses!!!

them.

yes he's really my lil bro. and yes im really smiling that stupid grin...

elevator.

i WON'T give a caption to this one!

x_x

mom and cuz.

us ^_^

royal couch and royal-er hooligans! me with cousins...

dinner time babay...

weird face contest again!!! with bro and cousin.

chyaang dola. that's me favourite lil cousin...

rahul. (:

the finger, the video, the camera etc.

2009-05-14T22:07:00.007+05:30

ok so i voted for the first time. like duh-uhh. i'm not even legal drinking age and i'm already an individual and a citizen. yay me.

wish it was the middle finger though. today's newspaper supplement had amitabh effin bachchan and his brood raising their middle fingers away to glory. what like didn't they KNOW what it meant? or was it intentional? none of our local stars(the ones that's had their middlefingers marked) did that! all of them held up ALL their fingers for public view. anyway here's to the finger!

ANNNEEWAY! I am the star on my own blog so here goes

and i've been glued to the exit polls.

sem exams are gonna KILL me. no wait SCREW me first and then kill me this time... :( Aristotle er choddo gushti chude fellam!
here's my finishing touch though.
a completely unrelated video.
DO WATCH THOUGH!!

i ran away to the Lake at 9 in the night,,,

2009-04-26T12:22:00.008+05:30

ME.
I'm the only one right? The only one that'll take all your shitload of mental turmoil and fuckedupness for you and carry them? You.

I'm the only one you can pour it all on. Do you ever notice I try to smile through it all and care back and hold you close and say 'It's alright. Smile now.' ?
You say you have glycerine coursing through your veins. When you hold me and kiss me do you even wonder how tired I am? How tired of all the emotional draining, of all the pain you hurting yourself brings...?
My punk love, the world ain't your SCREWYOUSCREWAUTHORITY punk playground. Wish I could make you understand that... Neither am I your AngryTeddy. [But hell YES, The Misfits rule!]

Now I see who they talk of when they say Modern Vampires.
You New Age LeStat you! I wish I could love you without crying and hurting and bleeding...Love you like I used to...

i feel... BLAH, or hatred focus right now.

2009-04-11T18:07:00.012+05:30

life's been worse than SHIT recently!! so i really couldn't care less about typing out what i feel... the only place im active right now in is the effin www.
anyway so here're results of the two most sane facebook quizzes i took recently(the others are crap... bleh)
What's your Key Signature?

B Minor (Bm)

The rebel of all key signatures. B Minors are melancholic and dark like E Majors, but they turn this trait inwards and expresses this through violence and deviance. B minors are the most in-touch with reality of all key signatures, which is probably why they see the shit in this world more clearly than any other key signatures. They are the face of rock, metal, grunge, and (eww) emo bands, as well as troubled poets and other artists everywhere. Because of their dark and somewhat violent nature, B Minors are usually misunderstood and have few, if any friends. Healthier and more stable B Minors can resemble E Majors, which are also their closest friends. B Minors can help A Majors snap out of their delusions. B Minors should learn to lighten up and not keep themselves in the dark.

What Roman Are You?
Caligula

You are wild and impulsive. Your inner child rules you - but that inner child has very adult tastes. You like having nicknames and enjoy adulation: but when you don't get your way, you are a thunderstorm and could care less what others think of you. Sometimes, people think you're insensitive, but they fail to recognize your acerbic wit, sense of absurdity, and cleverly disguised sarcasm. Though you have a good heart, your incredible will and pride make you less than kind at times when you feel slighted. You like to be novel and prefer to live on the wild side. Life is boring to you unless there is something new to taste or experience..

Oh and this is my new 'about me' thingummy in Or-fucking-kut.
metal maniac. rock freak...

...and disenchanted severely enough to reject friend requests from NONmetalmaniacs and NONrockfreaks.
'Nuff said.

DON'T scrap me if you can't speak correct English. And don't scrap me if you use the 'yu', 'mah', 'fuhn', 'hawt', 'haWt', 'boi', 'njoi', 'foreva', 'foEVA', 'sumwhea' <3 <3 BLAH BLAH emo/scene lingo. Read, YOU suck! KISSMYASS-ah fo-ev-ah~!!! xxx

-stabs you in the eye-

ouch! aww im rele sawwiee fur yu bebe. i'll pwetend to hug yu till yu get heah. or imma be sad foeva! D: omg! zomg! ur the sexxxx!! im soo radd!! ur hair is the sexx!! xoxox... <3<3>

right now get up and cover that eye with your gelled hair and go around sexing up your pathetic immature shitass friends. don't i love this, sad adolescent fucker/fuckeress?
GOD DO I HATE ADOLESCENT JOBLESS SCENE KIDS OR DO I HATE THEM!

i'd vote for this

OR EVEN THIS

ANYDAY

than this

'PRETTY PRETTY SCENE' INDEED!

[PS. Noticed a lot of new people on the this blog. Thanks folks. For bothering. Sanely Insane, Veda, Ananya and Rushabh, I'll get back to you I promise. Need a break now. Got tons of exams, presentations and term papers, not to mention a boyfriend that's practically disappeared/run away from home (and NO one knows where he is!). MEN!]

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...

2009-03-17T21:17:00.004+05:30

THIS, my dear friends, is MY life. Hah. BAD idea... Welcome to hell.
With what I've been going through the last half-month, ANYONE except Abhijeet Sawant(seriously, all these HAVE-BEENS!!) would pity me... To top it all, I've been ill, haven't eaten properly &c &c...

And then, the the frosted pink marshmallowy hypnotising icing on the cake is.
I
HAVE BEEN
literally
STRANDED
as far as technology is concerned...

The following have gone kaput:-
1. Phone1(Nokia 3110), 1GB phone card, music stored therein, photos stored therein, CONTACTS fucking contacts stored therein...
2. USB cable of Phone1
3. USB cable of Phone2(Nokia N70), so I cannot transfer music or photos to and from computer and phone
4. mp3 player
5. mp4 player
6. USB port of comp
7. GODFUCKED headphones!!!
8. CD writer
9. FUCKING PENDRIVE!!
10. Computer Sound Card so I CANNOT listen to music on my PC, not even ONLINE!!
11. Half the softwares on my comp coz of virus attack or summin..

SO

HAHA!

seriously, couldn't this all have been distributed..yknow... like AMONG the other 9.999999999999 x 10raisedtopowerx people of the world???

and WITH all the emotional turmoil too...

fucking breakdown...tech apolcalypse...grr...holy flaming pants of the saviour someone bloody help me out of this i can't even goddamn rant for all i can do i can't even scream shout and anything... all i can do is cry. and just when i need all the support i could get, just when i'm lonely like HELL,
THIS
has to happen.. why god why...

yeah i was right. god
or whoever he is that is giving me all of this chhappar phaar ke!!!

is
the biggest bhosad on the fucking planet... and the universe and the multiverse...

SCREW YOU!!!!!!!!

PS: oh and today happens to be my 20-and-a-HALF-year birthday. beat that. }:-(
AND yes I like the colours. you got a prob??!??!

HOLI hell!!!

2009-03-12T12:41:00.004+05:30

so we played holi in college on Monday (both Tuesday and Wednesday being holidays)... and by the time we were done, we were all human scarecrows who'd either withstood a heavy shower, or an astronomical dust storm or a plain egg/tomato-bath- all in technicolor. xD

following that we smoked like fuckall and then

we.had.THE.thing.
no not THAT thing you perv!! i meant BHAANG! should have listened to the poor bugger who was tripping by the time i'd reached the ledge to have my first drink...'don't have a lot. it'll take time', he'd said.
so gluggluglgug it went...half a litre down in one go.. oh and did i mention this was pure cannabis paste in water?? NO doodhbadaamandallthatshitincluded?
i was fine for 40fucking5 minutes and then

there was this FUGLY old hindi bollywood number playing so clearly in my ears, i was like HELL MAN I COULD SING THAT and play all the instruments and all the payals and not ONE note would go awry...and then everything started moving away and i was in a highceilinged old room looking down on myself and there was weird music and rohan and people were trying to make me understand i would be ok and i was like fuck you man i don't see right and then i was lying on the jheel paar ghaash, and everyone around me was a)either blacking out on the ghash or b)laughing/crying incessantly or c)walking around hallucinating or d)asking random people for help. then i saw some Mr Chomu Bangali babu wearing stupid striped shirt thing walk past and i saw his hair was streaked in the exact colour of his shirt stripes. HAHAH!! this is one consistent feature of my hallucinations. EVERYTIME i've tripped, i've always seen purple streaks in people's hair. (remember, Reema??)

So anyway it hasn't been this bad, and I was very scared at the end of it, and
if YOU hadn't been there to rush to JU, put your arms around me, kiss me and take me home, I wouldn't have woken up till the next morning... seeing as when I left, everyone else was still mucking around hopelessly... and even on me, the effect lasted for three days straight...
Thank you. :)

To my first love,

2009-03-05T20:17:00.002+05:30

You are special. Always will be.

And THANKS a ton for some of the best memories of my life. Above all, Don't say sorry, coz I've chosen to forget all the hurt and to live on with the good times locked up in a special corner of my mind for life. I won't regret any of it. :)

In fact, I am sorry for moving away.

And thanks for introducing me to love.

Best wishes.

spring.

2009-02-21T13:56:00.006+05:30

Man it's spring. IT'S FRIGGIN SPRING MAN!!!
No sweat no coldcramps no sweaters no stickiness. just a breezy NeitherHereNorThere feel. glorious sun, awesome evenings etc. even the fan SMELLS nice. and i can hear a cuckoo RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
gosh i so love this.
let's celebrate. umm. c'est souriant. yes?

[Update: And I've lost my guitar pick once AGAIN. I don't understand what IS it with these lil buggers. I mean ONCE you let them fall to the ground you NEVER find them. And I mean Never! They virtually disappear. Almost as inevitably as toasts landing buttered side down. Jeepers. :rolls eyes in exasperation: ]

life etc.

2009-02-14T00:55:00.005+05:30

ok so this is Feb the 14th..valentine's day blah blah... i mean we're not even an hour into V day and what happens is your ex-(pseudo)bf wishes you and someone in similar lines sends you online roses... [insert nasty grin here] whattefun man...wonder what'll come to pass during the rest of the day eh.
basically i suddenly felt like i HAD to rant unplugged and what better place to do it in than my poor ol' blog. [insert caustic cackle here]
yes so life ain't goin' nowhere for some reason...spinning out of control more like.. in the past few months i've discovered qualities in me that i'd never known existed.phooee. [insert yawn here]
So yeah today, or rather yesterday, which happened to be Friday the 13th incidentally was icky pink day at Jadavpur University Department of English aka JUDE aka my dept..so we all wore pink to college. ;D [insert gleeful radiance here]
And I gave my pending treat to my bestest friends...
here be pic (pink + red + pre Vday + treatplace)...

xD
No points for guessing. Half-face-hidden creature is yours truly aka Jadis, and the mommy creature is reema aka boka. (Sorry panudebo, you guys sat against the LIGHT. no decent pics therefore. :| )
and then i went to BCL(British Council Library) and found i'd been charged a 56 bucks fine.hawhaw. and then i had to wait to meet personwhomakesonewait.
talking of that then, read panu's post here(read feb 11th post. i can't figure out how to link it up coz it has no title...techretardalert).

oh and just coz i have nothing else to talk about
this is my current orkut display photo

and this the tagline:
'yea i'm a one-eyed-cyclops emo-parody freakshow. now piss off, you, or you'll be one too.'[insert snarly-angry face here][insert impish grin here]

yay to lameness.

oh and you. breathe.

Thou Shalt Read. Or else!!!

2009-01-31T20:43:00.004+05:30

Gtalk chat snippet of a conversation on some random jobless holiday...

x: oh
:|
glub glub
glub glub glub...
me: KI??
!!
x: swimming in the sea of silence...
me: glubetty
wtf
-rolls around laughing!!!_
:D
:D
x: xD
I gotta do something if you are not speaking
me: lmao
but glub glub !!
x: so I go snorkelling...
obhious!
me: dude!
hilarious!!
:D
x: you want to talk Victorian?
art thou interested?
me: as in?
yes good sir
i am.
:P
x: My heart swims in a sea of thought, as my head tries to strike a word of importance…
me: i fail to comprehend
x: they seem naive to the thoughts of a lost poet who maketh words out of specks of dust in a forgotten library…
me: what!
x: O Victoria! Quench my parched heart with words so sweet that Venus looks like a mere shadow of dreams!
xD
me: Venus is a rocky orb hanging in the firmaments.
x: urm...
didst that mean what I comprehendeth?
me: i trust thou canst comprehend well…and since thou comprehendeth fine…
x: illuminate me with the light of fiery Apollo and show me thy meanings...
me: ...nay. i shy. for when shall it be evident which of us is better blessed by Hermes, that light footed messenger, for yea, he shalt make thee speak, and speak so well thou shalt confound mortals? And i, my kind sir, am wary of defeat... and a war of words shalt not be my perdition.
x: :D
jai ho!

PS: Life update: The Pit, one of the first full on self-sponsored underground Metal concerts in Kolkata in recent times happened on the 27th, with the best city bands. It was awesome, just as usual(these bands never underperform. ;) ), the only flipside being the absolutely enervating weather that left little energy for headbanging. AND as if that wasn't enough, I was forced to leave half way through to attend classes. So I missed my favourites, Noyze Akademi, Chronic Xorn and Ciccatrix... Sigh. But well such is life. And the effort on the part of the Metal community was brilliant too.
So long then.
Peace. :)

Walk With Me In Hell... xD

2009-01-23T18:56:00.007+05:30

With Randy Blythe, arguably the BEST Metal vocalist right now, Mark Morton and Willie Adler, fuckin incredibly innovative guitarists, Chris Adler, the God of drums, and John Campbell, whose agile bass thoroughly confounds, this band is a lethal combo of mindfuck and powersurge.

Look on Lamb of God ye mortals, and bow down low...!

Their first album was released in '97 as Burn The Priest. As Lamb of God, their first album was New American Gospel, released in 2000. Since then this band has come a friggin long way, and is a name to be reckoned with, winning a Grammy nomination with their 2006 album Sacrament.
And of course, who could miss the LoG mosh?? LoG Walls of Death OWN, and the only other band who could match them in mosh-ability, if I'm allowed to use such a term, would be, in my humble opinion, Slayer. Speaking of which, I'm reminded of having done fullbody headbangs to a Laid to Rest cover at some concert which left me with a bodyache I don't want to remember for how long...

Someday. Someday, I SHALL mosh to Lamb of God live. Someday. I swear. :P
All in all, this band.
Fucking.
SLAYS!!!

Oh and this, incidentally,

...needless to say, is my favourite band tee right now. \m/
(Apologies for the terrible photo quality. Mobile cams aren't exactly the best.)

[For those few metalheads who haven't heard/heard of them yet, check out the following: Walk With Me in Hell, Descending, Omerta, Laid to Rest, Black Label, The Black Dahlia, Now You've Got Something to Die For and Ruin.]

[P.S. Life update: I attended the Campus Rock idols East Zone zonal finals on the 17th of this month, and it was sick as usual. xD]

teleute.

2009-01-17T12:05:00.004+05:30

...aka Thanatos aka Mors.
aka
DEATH.
variously sister of Morpheus or Oneiros,
twin of Hypnos,
and child of Nyx and Erebos.

[Did this one in a Drama of Ideas class. Sigh. Ibsen won't be best pleased.]

girls with balls.

2009-01-04T03:04:00.006+05:30

uh. not in the way YOU think, you goddam perv!

Presenting,

Kittie!

All-girl metal band.

Musically, they are far from extraordinary really. Except for the lyrics and Morgan's brilliant vocals, nothing appeals as particuarly skilled. But man! these girls damn well know how to kick some ass. xD

Sigh!! If all of my sex were like these girls, we'd have ruled the world.

Why I love them: They. Have. Balls.

Amen to girl power!!

Here's the lyrics to Spit:-

"COWARD!!

Spit! I think I'll spit.

For all those girls, who speak contradiction,

The guy who crept through the shadows everyday

To clutch his own conclusion,

Watch all the blood, as it drips from your veins

You coward Godspeed, may your death come quickly.

I think i'll take this hate and,

SPIT, SPIT, SPIT!!

Now as it's passed onto the next one

I feel a bloodrush come right over me.

You know you will never be right in the eyes of the ones who know

You trusted the devil and she will betray you

Low.

Why do i get shit all the time from you men

You are swine.

You think dick is the answer

But its not!"

[PS: Needless to say, no offence intended. To either sex. xD]

rorschach.

2008-12-30T23:33:00.015+05:30

..and company.
here are my favourite quotes from and associated with Watchmen, one of the best graphic novels ever written, second only to, in my opinion, Sandman. ;)
I'll have to put up Sandman quotes at some point of time. Only the entire graphic novel takes so bloody long to read that I've been putting off the whole task of gathering the quotes.
All the same, someday I'll read it for the umpteenth time and actually gather the quotes.
For now then, \Watchmen/.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

-Rorschach.

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster.
And if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes also into you.
   -Nietzsche

Ground floor comin’ up.
   -Liftman.

It rains on the just and the unjust alike. Except in California.
   -Sally Jupiter.

Passers by made various deposits- candy wrappers, newspapers, a pair of keds, strangled by own laces, tongues lolling out horribly. The city is an animal, fierce and complicated. To understand it I read its droppings, its scents, the movement of its parasites…I sat watching the trash can and New York opened its heart to me.
   -Rorschach.

None of you understand. I’m not locked up in here with you. You’re locked up in here with me!
   -Walter Joseph Kovacs (aka Rorschach)

Outside in the distance a wild cat did growl, Two riders were approaching, The wind began to howl.
   -Bob Dylan

No. Not even in the face of Armageddon.
Never compromise.
   - Rorschach

2008-12-27T00:24:00.006+05:30

it's that simple.
i ought to be pitied.
fullstop.
no amount of chin-highness seems to help it.
so. bow down and pity me.
amen.

2008-12-20T16:47:00.005+05:30

petered out.

and then. two words: forget it.
...................................forget. it.
...................................forget it. and. learn.

take away this dream please. someone. anyone.

denial is good. in a way. was handling it just fine. don't upset that balance please.

take it away. take it all away. give me the body or nothing at all.

shadows melt away. take it away.

FUCKYOU. }:-]

die laughing. plus, 'i lived through hell.'

2008-12-12T20:50:00.005+05:30

Disclaimer: if you're unfamiliar with Metal subgenres, this won't be all that funny to you. All the same, I really hope you die laughing. xD
Coz I did.
And secondly, this doesn't intend to offend any subgenre, as all of you are aware how very much I love metal. In all its forms.

Enjoy.

HEAVY METAL: The protagonist arrives on a Harley, kills the dragon, drinks a few beers, and bones the princess.

POWER METAL:The protagonist arrives riding a white unicorn, escapes from the dragon, saves the princess and makes love to her in an enchanted forest.

THRASH METAL:The protagonist arrives, fights the dragon, saves the princess and fucks her.

DEATH METAL:The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon, fucks the princess and kills her, then leaves.

BLACK METAL:The protagonist arrives at midnight, kills the dragon and impales it in front of the castle. Then he sodomizes the princess, drinks her blood in a ritual before killing her. Then he impales the princess next to the dragon.

DOOM METAL:The protagonist arrives, sees the size of the dragon, and thinks he could never beat him. He gets depressed and commits suicide. The dragons eats his body and the princess as dessert. That's the end of the sad story.

GOTHIC METAL:The princess in a velvet costume starts singing soprano. The protagonist completes the duet by adding the beast part, while the dragon plays the flute. Suddenly the dragon swallows the flute and accidently scorches the beauty and the beast and suffocates to death. All their souls are damned in hell for all eternity.

PROGRESSIVE METAL:The protagonist arrives with a guitar and plays a solo of 26 minutes. The dragon kills himself out of boredom. The protagonist arrives at the princess' bedroom, plays another solo with all the techniques and tunes he learned in the last year of the conservatory. The princess escapes looking for the HEAVY METAL protagonist.

GLAM METAL:The protagonist arrives, the dragon laughs at the guy's appearance and lets him enter. He steals the princess' make-up and tries to paint the castle in a beautiful pink color.

NU METAL:The protagonist arrives in a run down Honda Civic and attempts to fight the dragon but he burns to death when his moronic baggy clothes catch fire.

so that's that. oh and the second bit. exams ended yesterday. 5th sem was a murderer of a sem. so relieved is the least i can say about myself right now.

so the gang went to an amusement park to jubilate. apart from the regular bits, i showed a tiny tendency to turn into silver surfer.

look.

and these, with me, are THE retards. :bolts:
:)

you are what makes college life what it is. love you guys. :)

flies.

2008-11-28T13:46:00.007+05:30

"...and when she wasn't living in the future she was living in the past. As for the present she got through that as quickly as she could, running away from things, running towards things, so that her voice was always a little breathless, her heart pounding at an escape or an expectation..."
.............................................Grahame Greene , Brighton Rock
Go read honestytesttag on otherblog.
Sem exams are less than three days away, and I hate to admit it but I think I'm..uh..screwed.

Oh and about Mumbai, since everyone's writing about it, all I have to say is I DO NOT condemn the government or the administration. And I respect them for all their effort, and with this retrogressive withdrawal into a prehistorian barbarism, all we can do is hope, trust and respect as much as we can, and as long as we can.
I for one, shall keep believing in my country, come what may.

The hand

2008-11-13T15:52:00.010+05:30

crept towards the ipod.

and flipped back onto the pillow...

There was a song playing on the ipod.
Enter Sandman by Metallica.

Sleep with one eye open,
Gripping your pillow tight...

Exit light,
Enter night;
TAKE MY HAND!
Off to never never land...

americans are NOT stoopid.

2008-11-09T23:10:00.005+05:30

i hate the fact that indians are MORE excited about the presidential elections of another country (that i'm not...*cough cough*...exactly FOND of...and i'm sure even this dude won't help me in being fond of it. coz in the end it doesn't matter whether or not it's Bush or Obama or whoever. things won't change FOR us darlings! Newsflash!!) than i've ever seen them being about the presidential elections of India. Fuck! loads of them don't even know WHO OUR PREZ IS GODDAMMIT!!!!

so i found something on the net.

oh watch this watch this. DO!!
so much for wetting ourselves in excitement over Obama's victory.

gaddamned hormones!!

2008-11-03T22:05:00.003+05:30

i feel like a fucking teenager.
...on a fucking emotional rollercoaster....high one moment, low the next.
i want to scream out that notorious adolescent line: 'i hate the world!!'
fucking hell.

i don't want to feel this way. i'm PAST teenage. bloody twenty.

fuck. it. all.
:x

2008-11-01T02:15:00.002+05:30

Read THIS, people. It's been a while since I irritated an assent out of Joe B R to link up to this post ( ;P ), but I didn't get the time to actually link up. This post is a couple weeks old, and it's a good read, especially for girls who'd like to hear someone speak, as in SPEAK, out against men groping women. This dude was effing pissed in upper case, and I tell you folks, you won't regret having read it...

!!!

2008-10-26T17:25:00.001+05:30

christ!! what where how??

i thought i only used the f word. but according to this here i must be a foulmouthed bitch... wtf!!!

O_o

makes me wonder WHICH all words they actually consider cusswords...

i hate kids.

2008-10-23T17:36:00.004+05:30

yes. i hate them. they get on my nerves and i simply. cannot. stand. them. shy reticent quiet kids are still okay... but you get so few of such kids these days that it's okay to say i hate kids as a whole.
:P
And the very prospect of having kids makes me go Ugh!! Yech!!! Creeps! nononononoNOWAY!! :shuddershudder:
I was just discussing this with mom when she told me how ugly it was of me to hate nishpaap sishus(innocent children) and she also attempted to enlighten me on how absolutely devoid of emotion I happen to be. I promptly left the spot with a snappy 'Ma plee..h..z! Don't nag!!!'
Once I was safely back in my room and had locked the door, another thought gripped me- The scary idea of having kids that'd actually grow up into teens and young adults and have their own opinions and rebel against parental authority!!! Jeepers creepers!!! The horror the horror!!! I could NOT stand a specimen like myself!!! My nerves'd blow off! :shudder: The sheer thought made me break into cold sweat.
Plus, of course, having kids also means cleaning them feeding them doing all the yecchy stuff worrying about their studies health school homework blahblahargh. Read, end your life. Read, say tata to your own hobbies, entertainment, obsessions. Read, sacrifice your life for something that, despite it all, grows up and slams the bedroom door on your face with a "Jeez! It's my life for chrissakes! Leave me the hell alone."
Thanks but no thanks. I'm NOT having kids. Newsflash, mom!
:cheeky grin:
Though I'm ever so thankful Mom never felt the same way herself. :P
(PS. Oh and by the way, I haven't yet told her I don't believe in marriage or that I think living together with one's partner without marriage is the best idea mankind ever came up with. I'll keep you posted though, on what passes when I do tell her.)

Also this is what a lovely friend LD writes:
'Well, females are conditioned to want kids from the moment they are born. If you have a slightly older girl in a bunch of kids she's expected to "mother" the younger ones. It's sick. I don't know, but you'll find very few women who are willing to admit that they dislike the idea of kids, it's mostly the social pressure in a way which results in this. I mean, hey, if a man says he doesn't want kids, it's considered manly and perfectly acceptable. If a woman says the same, she's judged to be some kind of heartless monster. Whoever said women have to be maternal? Besides, the world is already full of examples of poor parenting. Don't we have enough spoilt and pampered brats already? How do I know that I won't end up doing the same? Blah.'
Read this post HERE.

On Whiplash, and a bit of the eternal how-could-i-have-avoided-it-it'd-get-to-me-sooner-or-later Tallica vs Deth debate.

2008-10-19T14:26:00.005+05:30

This dude here was inhuman. Fucking. Inhuman. Period.

:bows:

RIP.

And this…

Late at night all systems go
You've come to see the show
We do our best, You're the rest
You make it real you know
There's a feeling deep inside
That drives you fuckin' mad
A feeling of a hammerhead
You need it oh so bad.

Adrenalin starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!

Bang your head against the stage
Like you never did before
Make it ring, Make it bleed
Make it really sore
In a frenzied madness
With your leather and your spikes
Heads are bobbing all around
It's hot as hell tonight.

Adrenalin starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!

Here on the stage
The Marshal noise
Is piercing through your ears
It kicks your ass, kicks your face
Exploding feeling nears
Now is the time to let it rip
To let it fuckin' loose
We are gathered here to maim and kill
Cause this is what we choose.

Adrenalin starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!

The show is through
The metal is gone
It's time to hit the road
Another town Another gig
Again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways
Life out here is raw
But we will never stop
We will never quit
Cause we are Metallica!

Adrenalin starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!
…is pretty much the goddamned ANTHEM of thrash metal. Metalheads here’ll exactly know what the song talks about..
And isn’t it oh so us? Isn't the feeling ohsofamiliar!

For people who haven’t heard it, HERE’s the youtube link. (Bleh. Not that I think there IS a metal fan who has NOT heard the song. I posted the link so Whiplash just might convert a couple of Others into Metalheads.) GO LISTEN TO IT. And wonder how, just HOW on earth, a human can play the bass like THAT!!! Yeah, that’s the same dude whose picture I’ve posted up there. Cliff Burton!!!

Oh and you can’t miss the guitar solo either. That, as Metal-militant points out, is Kirk.
Anyway, Metallica has and shall never been the same after Burton and Mustaine. And I trust I’m not the only one that keeps wishing Mustaine was still with them. And people, let’s admit it, Deth is musically superior to Tallica as well. For people who do NOT listen to Metal but still appreciate musical talent, duh!, go listen to (and this is obvious to any BABY metalhead,)… Hangar 18, Symphony of Destruction, Tornado of Souls, Holy Wars and Kill the King(big DUHs after each.)for starters for some fucking inhuman guitar and bass work. That brings me to these dudes here, besides of course, Mustaine.

Marty Friedman, David Ellefson and Nick Menza!!
Gods in their own rights.

And don’t even get me started on Deth lyrics. Every time I listen to Rust In Peace, I’m left wondering how on earth Dave came up with lyrics like these…

Tremble you weakings,
Cower in fear
I am your ruler, land, sea and air
Immense in my girth, erect I stand tall
I am nuclear murderer I am Polaris
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My systems locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land, air and sea
Pass judgement on humanity
Winds blow from the bowels of hell
Will we give warnings, only time will tell
Satan rears his ugly head, to spit into the wind
I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils
Launch the Polaris, the end doesn't scare us
When will this cease
The warheads will all rust in peace.
Bomb shelters filled to the brim
Survival such a silly whim
World leaders sell missiles cheap
Your stomach turns, your flesh creeps
High priests of holocaust, fire from the sea
Nuclear winter spreading disease
The day of final conflict
All pay the price
The third world war
Rapes peace, takes life
Back to the start, talk of the part
When the Earth was cold as ice
Total dismay as the sun passed away
And the days where black as night
Eradication of Earth's
Population loves Polaris.

The only facet where Tallica scores above Deth is James’s godly vocals. In fact there too, though people are always ranting about how bad Dave is as a vocalist, I think his gnashy gnarly vocals have a charm of their own. And well, who could miss that grimace. Ah well. That, to me, would place Deth a wee lil above Tallica. At any rate now we have two great bands instead of one. Metallica still remains Metallica, and with all due respect to Hammett and Newsted, who I worship as well. So well if Metallica is Godly, Megadeth is GODLY! And that's about it. :)

Coming back to Whiplash then, this song here is just about the best piece of music I’ve come across in old-school-real-Thrash Tallica, or atleast one of the bests at any rate.

AND I also have to mention the fact that THIS is the song, and Burton is THE dude that made my favourite style of headbanging what it is- the whiplash!

addictions..

2008-10-13T22:37:00.011+05:30

ALRIGHT! anyone who doesn't worship these dudes here

...particularly this motherfucker,
[Children of Bodom
Angry are rising
Running amok, slaying
With a sense of desire
From the twilight of the past,
Among the victims who died

Something Wild
has survived!]
Wildchild!

(he's a friggin' one-man army dammit!!!)

AND these chaps here...

...any bugger that does anything less than worship these people, and still call him/herself a metalhead, can go die. :/
okay poserish post i know, and it ain't really meant for metalheads, coz there canNOT be a respectable metalhead that does not. but then waddaheck. :P

okay now for the rant part. sometimes i feel much closer to the music than i've ever felt to anyone. any human being. sometimes, and i won't deny it, it scares me how i haven't really LOVED...and not just romantic love(and mind you, going out is one thing, and actually loving is another thing altogether), any kind of love. sometimes it scares me. but then again i don't believe in love so where's the point! heh that brings me to what i started this rant to quote.
this one's from Pratchett:
'"...And what would humans be without love?" (said Ipslore.)
RARE, said Death.'

Hell. that's about it. oh and people, thank you so much but please do NOT attempt to enlighten me about lurbh. :P
so anyway the music. to people who haven't heard Behemoth yet, i'd advise you to [PLEASE] go listen to them. For me they're like therapy... i mean NO SERIOUSLY...at times Behemoth makes me feel like someone's playing football with my brain and then my nose feels like it's gonna bleed soon, and my eyes feel like they're popping out!! I tell you people it's fucking addictive!!!! Once you start listening it takes a good bit of effort to move on to another artist. And COB...well...is COB. Fullstop. :D Oh and Alexi Laiho is God (plus drooldrooldrool).
Ahem. Okay that's about it.
Later.
:)

PS. And I also think I might just have eaten the comp up. Jeepers!
PPS. I smell beer. And I want beer. Right. Fuckin'. NOW. :'(

2008-10-11T13:36:00.008+05:30

You Scored as Black Metaller

You are a black metaller. Chances are your favourite bands wear corpsepaint and come from Scandinavia. Stay grim!

erm. i've never been much of a genre person(read, i cannot and do not define subgenres of metal. so i don't really know whether this fits me, though i'd much rather go for melodic metal. but then the quiz was real fun. found it on metalmilitant's blog.)

i'm yet to meet a guy...

2008-10-07T16:36:00.001+05:30

...whose idea of fun during a festival is NOT limited to booze, and booze only.
bugger.
:|

metalfist on pujo pandal wall!!!

2008-10-05T02:21:00.003+05:30

this is what i found worth bringin back from panchami city trip. metalfist with devilhorns on north calcutta pujo pandal wall!!! BANG! baby!!! it's even got black nailpaint! dammit. talk about detail. :D

(oh and btw, this was made of burnt matchsticks. look closely. :) )

made me wonder. ooh. made me wonder.

ah well. metalheads rule the world anyway. do we NEED such proofs?

manias. (or maniae??) dang! let's call this greenandsilverrant for obvious reasons.

2008-10-02T19:36:00.005+05:30

makeover mania. yay.

with an exam on Beckett, Woolf and Miller tomorrow, i know i shouldn't be caught even by myself doing this now. but then waddaheck. what with the the vacation just a day away, and new clothes smelling like springtime daisies(erm. i don't know what springtime daisies smell like, or even if daisies are spring flowers, but the idea sounds nice. hehe.)... and new fuckbands and studded armbands and silver egyptian bracelet and plastic bracelets and loads of siver pendants and tinkly stuff for all my piercings and aaaaaa!!!!! i want the test to be over goddammit!!!!

i can smell pujo despite being a staunch atheist. best of both worlds baby. muah! :P

more headbanging!

2008-09-25T22:07:00.003+05:30

the fest season's beginning, and so's headbanging season..

two headbanging sessions were the good bits in this phase- (apart from CNMC), Scholastic Beats '08 finals on the 18th at Kalamandir, and JUDE freshers on the 25th, ie, today... Right now I can't keep my head up as I type...I hope my neck ligaments aren't giving away :P...after all, what else do you expect after an hour long session of intense headbanging including whiplashing, and mindless fullbody sprees like nobody's business! :D

Oh! And add to that the usual metalhead requirements-constant yelling and screaming with the horns held high! Ow my poor neck, and ow my poor throat! :D

But all that's a small price to pay for paradise. :)

2008-09-24T22:38:00.003+05:30

blah. i could kill the entire world. hah. how appropriate is this at friggin twenty? bloody INappropriate..but i feel so fuckin angsty. i hate this frikkin world. i HATE hate hate people...friggin leave me alone!! i so don't want any more revelations. :

*a royal kick to the balls of my overpossessiveness.*
about time i learnt this is a goddamned socialist bugger of a life..

a powercut, the narrow alleys of the city, and a walk. sound romantic eh?

2008-09-20T02:57:00.004+05:30

You can say that again...
location: dark gully in posh golpark, one of the Kolkata powercuts at work.
mood: summin like.."Eegh! These bloody people sleeping in their big flashy houses...couldn't we wake them up..!"
characters: Retard1, Retard2, Retard3.
Retard1: "Jeez! It's fun being out with impulsive, wild, binsochkekaamkarnewaale buggertypes! People like retard2, retard3.."
Retard3: "Hell yes. *grumpily* Right. We used to have more discretion before we met you mark my words. "
Retard1: *noticing they've just entered a wider gully with larger houses* "Here's the deal. A toast to our impulsiveness. Let's scream our lungs out.*
Retards1&3: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! *banshee wail*
*runrunrun*
*Said miscreants reach a safer gully*
Retard1:(to Retard2) *scowl* "Why on earth didn't you shriek? *narrows eyes* Bitch said yesyes when I said we'd shout and was awmmm (*purses lips*) when we were fooling around there."
Retard2: *nasty grin* "..which was the funniest bit."
Retard1: *loses it* *kicks Retard2 in the youknowhat* "This is even funnier innit? Those richie richs woulda felt like this and you poor you didn't contribute at all!"

*a while later*
Retard2: *wild flame of brave soul dimmed by sight of random street dog yawning and stretching* "Shit! Man! The friggin' dog looks turned on!"
Retard1: "Darn! You know what a dog looks like when it's turned on!! :O You sure are some bitch, girl! O_o"
Retard2: "Well that's coz i've dated a couple of them. Dogs i mean. xO"
Retard3: "...which doubly proves you're a bitch. xD"

goodbye teenage.

2008-09-17T03:22:00.002+05:30

see here then... getting too bloody narcissistic ain't exactly my thing... :P (*fans herself*)...well i'd have thought you knew already.. xD

It ain't music if it ain't loud!

2008-09-08T01:42:00.008+05:30

Saturday was bliss. Saturday was \metal/. Saturday ruled sick!!!
..Band competition at National Medical College
..Sick headbanging, pretty cool mosh too...
All in all...friggin' awesome...though some bugger stamped on my new converses while I was tottering and headbanging at the edge of the moshpit, and then I've got a stiff neck, but this part is usual. So thanks to Suki and Shailpik, and Congo to them too!! :D

ohandhere's something you might not want to read. all the same...if u insist. here. :

gtalk and a hackneyed topic. read at your own risk.

[eveningchat about poems of acertainsomeone with acertaintrollbuddy...]
priyadarshini: LOL
I FIND THEM BEAUTIFULBUT THEY DONT TOUCH ME :P
trollbuddy: hehetouch in the sense
priyadarshini: THEY'RE PRETTY ARTIFICIAL I THINK
trollbuddy: there is a sense of pathos
priyadarshini: but art matrei to artificial
trollbuddy: artifice toh achei
priyadarshini: pathos can kiss my ass
trollbuddy: yes
priyadarshini: well-constructed glycerine tears
trollbuddy: but where there is artifice there can't be grief says samuel johnson. i dont agree.
priyadarshini: pathos i dont think can be so beautifully and artfully expressed
LOL
trollbuddy: artifice is a way of channeling emotions
priyadarshini: I say where there is grief ONLY there is art
trollbuddy: YASS!
priyadarshini: :D
trollbuddy: i agree
anyday

see? intelligent discussion for more than 5 seconds. that's how it should be. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxD
uncensored. muhahaha. *scowls and walks off.*

Three things.

2008-09-03T20:11:00.002+05:30

Three things that have made me what I am.
1. COLLEGE!!!
2. Rock/Metal music.
3. Kohl.

College is the oshum-est thing that has ever happened to me!!!

*ooh. realizes is in a gratitude-spilling mood*

folks...look in my sidebar.

2008-09-01T03:45:00.004+05:30

i made a collagish thing. reckoned it was high time i paid a tribute to the one thing that's keeping me alive.
*shudders to think where she'd have been without it!!!*

*starts headbanging (all by herself) to We Will Rise* irony.
xxxxxxxxxD

fuck you. no name. :|

2008-08-30T02:51:00.003+05:30

it's 3 in the morning and someone says im suffering from 'idiopathic depression'. wonder what that is *makes mental note to look up wikipedia lifesaver*. Ze Blad was here again tonight...is my drug. *laughs* what a megalomaniac i am. there again. i . oh what a megalomaniac this blogger is...
:)
there.
man's got to have a hobby they said.how utterly exciting.
what exactly am i writing about again then?
erm. no idea. okay right now Dimmu, Norther, Tallica, Arch Enemy and Eluveitie top my playlist. (and folks, though the others are pretty mainstream, Eluveitie is relatively less known. Do listen to this band come apocalypse may, if you haven't already that is.) Hail Metal. That's one thing that's keeping me, apart from Nirvana that is, though i must admit Nirvana does a poor job of keeping one, as it were. still. be that as it may.

lesson learnt: don't latch onto any foothold. and above all, DON'T EXPECT. Hell yeah that's the only mantra to nowandhere happiness. for that's all you need. nothing but you exists. nowhere but here. never but now. period. nothing new there though. oh forget it sucker who said this blog would be psychoanalysis?

alkaline pyrogallol.
bloody random.
*rolls eyes, shakes head, shows finger. (darned wannabe poser!!!) scuttles off to bed*

my art=voodoo doll :O

2008-08-28T00:03:00.000+05:30

'I Shalt Eat Thee'all For Breakfast."

aargh.

i'll be back.

Revelations.

2008-08-21T02:22:00.003+05:30

once when i try to tell one, any one of you, something i consider sensational, i know you've already had it shared among yourselves. sometimes it all is an elaborate conspiracy. you=all.
i've started crawling into myself. at one point of time. yes. trapped. grey. always.
yes yes. you all have something to return to. posts to cling on to when The Witch of The East rips you off your Kansas. NO i never said i don't. *taken aback*
yes. i did intend a metaphor. duh.
i've realized i'm scared to look out...to PEEP out for that matter. i'm scared of Revelations. i'm terrified of having to know.
one by one. little by little...all my canvas is Othered. have i stopped feeling? i TRY to tell myself that, at any rate. i try to prove to myself that i have grown up, and that nothing can be rushed. cheers. do i fail? well i try to establish that i don't.
I DON'T NEED TO KNOW DAMMIT! I DON'T FUCKIN' NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING! JUST DON'T SCRATCH IT ON MY BRAIN OKAY? DON'T! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. I DON'T BLOODY CARE! HELL YES. I MEAN IT. I'VE HAD FRIKKIN' ENOUGH AND I DON'T NEED ANY OF THIS. I'M NOT BEING DONE A FAVOUR. And it's high time this conspiracy signed off...
I DON'T NEED TO BE MADE TO REGRET ANY MORE. I DON'T NEED TO BE MADE TO FEEL NAKED ANYMORE...
phew. no please. i never bargained for any of this. i'm not even important enough to be hated, let alone liked or loved by ANY of this world. so just let me be ok? it's bad enough being numb. please don't add new knowledges, new feelings, new lostnesses, new snappity-snap-traps every day. pleeeeez??
i wish i could paint this in a better way. perhaps build paragraphs people would call poetry...
perhaps atleast use better language skill?

(Ok no 'YOU' doesn't mean you readers. bleh. goes without saying.)

i just had to write this somewhere. i could have written it in my journal but i stopped writing my diary a couple of months ago.

Behold the face of God!

2008-08-03T13:05:00.000+05:30

\James Hetfield/
Owns all!!!!

Happy Birthday Jaymz!!!!!!!!!
'Tallica Forever!!!

For the readers, these are some examples of how Hetfield (onstage) connects with fans. Enjoy...
****To a bottling (read misbehaving)fan--
''Hey,man....we cant play properly with all this shit flying around.Do u want us to leave?''or-Goodbye asshole,goodbye!

****After Disposable Heroes version is done,James goes''You like that song??!!Left my c.d player at home.Haven't listened to my albums in ages.''

****James is notorious for forgetting his lyrics. Hilarious lyrics fillers come in the likes of-
''Guilty as charged,
But damn it, it ain't right,
someone else controlling me
Death in the air,
Strapped in the electric chair,
I forgot the fucking words....''

****Before a really loud song,James indirectly requests the audience to mosh and headbang.He goes like,''You ready to get movin' out there?''

****''A lot of faces I've seen before,man,good good!"

****James asks "Do u want more ?"
Crowd screams ''yeaaaaaaah!"
James - "You greedy bastards!!''

****AND THIS HAS GOT TO TAKE THE CAKE:
James :"Fuck!"
crowd :"Fuck."
James :"Suck!"
crowd :"Suck."
James :"Cunt!"
crowd :"Cunt."
James :"Slut!"
crowd :"Slut."
James :"Your mother!!!"

\James/

THIS is not done....

2008-07-27T13:55:00.000+05:30

[Before you read this, Let me tell you I love Megadeth. I love Metallica. Both. (And more than Slayer and Anthrax.)So please... readers, none of the eternal debate.]

Dave Mustaine!!!
Dude...You have no right...no friggin' right, to have that glorious hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is so not fair...and I won't even talk about the fact you are nearly 50 (well, 46 at any rate!)
Wyaaaanhhh!!!
:x

this is so not fair dude!!!!!!

Anyway,love ya Dave. Despite that hair!
Jeez!! If I decide to live till middle age, I'll age like this dude here. I swear.

I'm proud of the fact

2008-07-22T02:26:00.000+05:30

...that I have total control over the part of my brain that is purported to indulge in romance.

Or in falling in love.

And once again

2008-07-18T21:10:00.000+05:30

It's time for Sandman.
I've read this graphic novel deadKurtKnowsHowManyTimesAndYetICanNeverGetOverIt.
Yes. Once again it's time for Sandman.

Of having retaliated...

2008-07-16T20:26:00.000+05:30

My OTHER blog is now....tada!!!...CONTROVERSIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How cool's that!
:|

Uh-oh!!!

2008-07-15T01:03:00.000+05:30

The world's round.
AND THE WORLD'S FUCKIN' SMALL!!
The world's a tennis ball. (no puns intended aaargh!!!)

Found this on Wikipedia

2008-07-12T17:25:00.000+05:30

"Diana in the leavës green,
Luna that so bright doth sheen,
Persephone in Hell. "
-John Skelton

Amazingly crisp rendition of the Triple Goddess, a concept I've always been fascinated by...

In The White Goddess, Robert Graves said:

"the New Moon is the white goddess of birth and growth;
the Full Moon, the red goddess of love and battle;
the Old Moon, the black goddess of death and divination."

For heaven's fuckin' sake people, LEARN!!! :P

2008-07-11T20:33:00.000+05:30

Yes.

Why does EVERYONE, no matter how frikkin' sophisticated(yes...I have an obsession with class and yes I am snobbish and yes most people make me screw my face up like I have 'dung under my nose'...(hehe, Rowling!)...so yes, why does bleedin' EVERYONE, no matter how classy he/she is, HAVE to say 'ChlorOmint' instead of 'Chlormint'?

Yes. silly thing to be bothered about but I am reputed to be irked by silly stupid stuff. And MISPRONUNCIATION is certainly one of them. Especially when it is epidemic...Doesn't matter whether the word in question is Chlormint or Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

JUDE departmental library antechamberplace with Khechi on the lurk...

2008-07-11T02:21:00.000+05:30

Debopama has been taking a degree course on Japanese since as long as I've known her(*wink*)...and Sion is the class joker.

Sion: "Debopama, "X is a fat gaambat!"-etake Japanese e ki bolbi?

Debopama: "Gaambat ke ki boley ami jaani na. Tobe fat ke 'okitai' bole. So "X is fat" should be "X wa okitai des."

X looks angry.

*Sion runs his palm over his gloriously(!) shaven head*

Sion: "Taak maatha ke ki bole?"

Debopama: "Taak jaani na, maatha ke 'Haao' bole."

*Sion, pausing, thinks. Then jumps up, points a finger at X and goes* : "Haao okitaai des!!!"

:D

Gah!

2008-07-10T00:38:00.001+05:30

Exhibitionism. Bloody EXHIBITIONISM every-fuckin'-where!!!

Losers behind screens, hidden by screens busy constructing alter egos...

You're NO ONE dude!! Absolutely no one!! Come tomorrow you'll turn around and join the stream. Why even bother, jerk?
So go ahead wear your gay 'goggles' and pump your enviable muscles here, because I know that where it matters, you are pigeon-chested. You're a loser.
And you too, you and yes...you, and the ones trying to look like they put me up to this, yes you too!

What's your celtic horoscope?

2008-07-09T09:59:00.001+05:30

You Are A Walnut Tree

You are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group.

You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition.

Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous.

You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected.

A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

True again... ^_^
I love bloggothingosh!

post without a name.

2008-07-06T02:09:00.000+05:30

Death: The High Cost of Living is a spin-off from Neil Gaimans's Sandman(which is one of my few, albeit pathological, obsessions.)
I just downloaded the graphic novel-Death, I mean- and am halfway through the second book.
And I stop to blog...like so...and start ranting.
I just read this bit of the novel where this girl is talking to Sexton(yes, that's the name of the 16yr old protagonist). Neither knows the other and it's a club place they're in.
Please note here that Sexton is suicidal(having attempted it once already, without success.), and is living life as a compulsory prologue to inevitable and welcomed suicide.
Here I discard the unnecessary bits and pick up the conversation where it interests me.
Girl: "And what are you going to be when you grow up sweet child?"
Sexton: "Dead."
*some more frills that i slice off*
Somewhere now the girl talks about a friend of hers who underwent severe sexual abuse as a child by her family members.
Girl: "And one day it got too much. And she got her daddy's big old hunting knife, and she locked herself in the bathroom, and she started to slice.
And when she woke up in th hospital with bandages all down her arms, she was...somehow...still glad to be alive."
An uninterested Sexton: "Is that it?"
Girl: "Yes."
Sexton:"So what happened to her then?"
Girl: " I expect she came out to the big city. Doesn't everyone?"
And one look, you know what's there to know. The girl is wearing elbow length gloves.

I expect she came out to the big city. Doesn't everyone?

Doesn't everyone?
I don't want you to go around imagining things, and since I intend to be more transparent here than I am on the other blog, I'll tell you this...I was NOT sexually abused as a child. Rest assured :)
But well. Traumas. Haven't we all had our share?Shitty stuff. And haven't we all come out...to the big city...hoping to build...stuff, hoping to roll up the blanket of ash, put it against the wall, and forget about it...?
and then repent once in a while, don't we all...regret?
I for one, have. Come out. Into the big city. Literally, figuratively and in every way you can think of...Nay. The village won't know me now...But don't I regret all those years of not having the city?
Ohyes.
And now I rest my forehead on the desk and weep.(Yes. Call me emo. call me whatever..But yes. I have been suicidal. I have been into stuff that crapheads have titled "depressive gothic" and whatnot, if you know what I mean, (there might be lurkers here)...I don't know why I'm even talking about this here...But then I guess rants do good. Plus, I 'intend to be transparent'.)
I know what it is like to be Sexton.

Damn! The gloved girl made me cry! The bitch!

Er.

2008-07-05T23:10:00.000+05:30

Do i look like a manga character?? I've been told a lot of times that i do. I don't know whether i should feel good or bad about it...but..well...there you go.
Do i or do i not??
:(
I know i've got rather large (expressive?? uh. i guess people use that as a healthy replacement for 'scary'. yes. the amount of kohl i use has been reported to have scared people away.) eyes and an almost pathologically insignificant mouth...and now this hair-ishtyle...

What Rock Song Defines You?

2008-07-04T00:27:00.000+05:30

Enter Sandman

You are ''Enter Sandman'' by Metallica. You are constantly in fear of something. You always think about your fears and live life afraid. ''Hush little baby don't say a word, and nevermind that noise you heard. It's just the beasts under your bed. In your closet, in your head''.

Very true. Sigh. I so wish I had a clear head that'd allow me to put down here, carefully, self-whippingly, tearfully(ha!), and in detail all my fears.

Blah blah childish post but then whaddaheck!

http://quiz.myyearbook.com/myspace/Music/244796/What_Rock_Song_Defines_You.html

P.S. And yes, at 19, I still am addicted to Myspace quizzes. Go guffaw somewhere else, punk!!!

JUDE 1st year admission test '08...snippets.

2008-06-19T02:11:00.000+05:30

JUDE admission test is over. Phewwwww!! Boy! Do I thank my lucky stars to be alive and sane at the end of it!!!

No. of forms submitted: Roughly 8,500
No. of candidates that turned up: 3,500 to 4,000
Candidates: 90% bloody jerks
5% not jerks but clueless
3% had no idea what they were doing there
1% hadn't collected forms. Were taking the exam assuming it was a walk- in aashun-boshun test.
1% prospective juniors.

-Volunteers got beaten up, YES, BEATEN UP, because darling daddies couldn't find their beloved babies who were supposed to be writing an exam. Point is, dude, your blessed child is taking an exam. He/she, for fuck's sake, is supposed to be sitting in a room writing answers (to questions that they seem to take hours decoding the syntax of). How the bleedin' hell are you supposed to find him/her when you are standing outside the buildings?

-Volunteers got shouted at because parents weren't being allowed inside the exam halls. Nobody wanted to understand that letting in 2x4000=8000, friggin' eight thousand parents (yes, every examinee had two people, ma-baba, ma-mashi, baba-kaka, ma-dada, ma-didi, baba-dada, baba-didi, atleast two people on an average accompanying him/her...two people who desperately wanted to be inextricably linked to the absolutely nidicolous baby just learning to hold a pen.)...so what was i saying? Yes, nobody wanted to understand that letting in 8000 concerned relatives into the buildings could just have caused a massive ballooning up of the buildings, leaving behind a debris previously known as JU.

-Candidates were oh-so-lovely. Many of them couldn't understand English.(Keep in mind the fact that this was the test for admission into the BA honours in freakin' English.) Yes. Your ears are ok. They could not understand English, let alone speak it. We aren't condemning them for that. All we're saying is, dude, atleast get your name right, for pete's sake!!! Yes I assure you I'm speaking the truth, reader. Many a precious guest fumbled and suffered a nervous breakdown when we asked him/her what his/her name was. So we had to look through the entire stack of forms for that room to match his/her face with his/her photo...

-One dude, our senior, who happened to unfortunately be a fellow-volunteer, got his butt pinched by an elderly lady among the berserk 8000.

-Little children(yes, 18-yr-old children!! Arghhh!! To think I was 17 when I got through this very test 2 years back.), little children didn't know which board they were from.

-Some beautiful answers our candidates penned:-
* A cat and RAT game.
* A rose that has blossomed can never be a RISER(whatever that means) again.
* Defying Greek statues is a dignity.
* Euphoria is a POISON.
* Ajanta is a WALL-CLOCK, and also an ancient DANCE.
* "Autobiography is a biography. When we read Vivekananda it gives us moral of life."
* The sunlight filtered the leaves. (On being asked to correct the sentence "The sunlight filtered into the leaves.")
* Statues are COOL and gods "LIVE IN IT."
* Ibsen is a WORM.
* Improvisation made in dance is the name of the...tarantaraaaa *drumroll* ...GOOD DANCE!!!

-We were sweating like pigs at the end of the 2 and a half hours of directing candidates to their rooms, helping them remember their names, telling them how many pages to fill up for a 10-marks amswer(haha!! they actually asked us that), KEEPING RAMPAGING PARENTS OFF OUR BELOVED JUDE, running to and fro trying to find why a certain abhishek chatterji or a certain rinki das(random names, those) where sitting where they were sitting and NOT where they were SUPPOSED to be sitting...&c &c...

Sighhhh...atleast at the end of it all we got to raid the HOD's office and have as many Frootis as we wanted, and guzzle down as many Appys as we could, not to mention the covetable food packets from Milanda's...the eating and adda and experience-recounting session that followed...
We could do this every year just for that post-exam, post-volunteering fun...and the post posting on our blogs. ha!

And yes. I repeat. I'm happy to be back home, alive and safe.

It's 2:30am at night

2008-06-16T02:14:00.000+05:30

...And I feel sick.
Angry.
Poisonous.
Self-mutilatory.

And generally low.

Yes.

And tomorrow(well, today actually) JUDE hosts the Kumbh-mela of JU, BA 1st yr English honours admission test.
Ha!!
Yes.
This time we're examining 3000 hopefuls.
Wonder how many bharsees we'll find this year.

And for that I have to report at college at 9. Bloody 9am.
Shit.

PS: AND I'M SICK OF PRETENTIOUS BLOGS WHICH I KEEP VOWING TO NOT READ, BUT END UP READING ALL THE SAME AND WONDERING HOW PEOPLE, RATHER WHAT MAKES PEOPLE, BELIEVE THEY ARE SO FUCKING INVINCIBLE THAT THEY BEGIN TRYING TO ATTACH SOME KIND OF IRREVERSIBLE BUT SMALL-AND-LIMITED FAME TO CRAPPY PSEUDONYMS THEY ADORN THEMSELVES WITH.
MWAHAHA.

Random thoughts

2008-06-13T03:14:00.000+05:30

*Apparently We(2009) are a totally godawful uncool batch. Friggin' bunch of moron-headed pissters...bleh. whatever that means. but we are uncool no doubt. zooniars could teach us better. about cool and other crap. i feel frustrated. meh!
BUT I LIKE US THAT WAY!! ROCK ON.

*My vocabulary? Where are you??

*Why do orkut and facebook upset/depress/irritate/enrage me?

*Why do I need the pills?

*Aajkal shob aam tok kano?

*I think I could replace Hetfield as front(wo)man of Metallica.
Wyaaah!!! (Realising I couldn't actually, even if I were reborn 14 times and over.)

*eh eh eh??!
I'm so I-centred.

*Why do I have to turn 20 so fast??(that's September this year)...And then why does everyone in the batch have to be older than me?

*Red candles are used for charms.

Reed reed how I do love you

2008-06-12T23:09:00.001+05:30

I'm so so in love with my thinness.
It's one part of me I really love without any bloody second thought.
I weigh 50 and my vital stats stand at 33-27-36.
So call me anorexic and all the shit you want to for all I care. And the world might lose their head over JLo dumb curves. But me, no sir, I wouldn't for the world trade my thinness for any shit you offer.

Hear hear!!!

2008-06-09T19:49:00.000+05:30

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are unique, witty, and even a little snobby.

You're quite proud of who you are, and nothing is going to change that.

You've paved your own way in life, and you've ended up where you want to be.

Underneath it all, you feel very isolated from the rest of the world.

It's hard to find people to relate to you on every level.

The mundane interests of your friends and family often bore or depress you.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

Brother Beloved...

2008-06-07T00:35:00.000+05:30

Rarely does life gift you trivial things (like a doodle by your brother) that are so bloody hilarious you simply have to post them on your blog. Now this is something i found irresistibly postable...
This thing is ME, as seen,and, consequently, depicted by my pesky lil bro(okay, he's 17. but like, waddaheck!) The longish thing seen poking out of the lips of the apparition was intended to depict a fag, and the objects sticking out of the right pocket are ostensibly 'mod er botol's.

Sigh!!

Evidently my beloved sibling considers me severely debauched,and, simultaneously, unhinged beyond recovery...

PS: I know the guitar thing doesn't look remotely like one...but then try telling him that.

1st post of second blog.

2008-06-04T12:27:00.000+05:30

The name of this blog is the refrain of Nirvana's Sliver.
And the tiny about-the-blog thingie is the refrain of Come As You Are.
For the uninitiated.
:D

This blog'll be a generally shitty not-worth-reading-adolescent-day-to-day-week-to-week thing, which'll be so random I have absofreakinlutely no idea what else it will house. When it begins taking shape that is.