21/12/2010

The better side of the Intellectual Spectrum



Those were the days. I would shrite (shit-write) my way to glory just to levitate my jaded existence on Mother Earth. People, millions of them, would applaud my shrite and give me the authority to rule over lesser souls in this world of hierarchical intellect. Now, it is different. I need to write within the rules; I cannot deviate to occasional lunacy. I write for a website.


The pattern is the same, my thoughts, my facts, my work, yet their rules and their style. It is tentatively termed as ‘professionalism’. Buzzword. What it is, I say? It is the way of reaching out to fellow fuckers without fucking with them. You treat them as equals. Hah! Equals. Bloody shit. Three years back, I never thought there can be equals in this world of pen-and-paper. There just can be lesser souls and greater souls. Full Stop. Lesser souls are the fading colors of the intellectual spectrum. They are there, because the spectrum needs to be complete, not because they create any sort of opulence to the intellectual spectrum. Then, of course, there are the greater souls, the elite existence. Untouched. Unperturbed. Ruthless in swagger. The Redeemer of mankind. The Supreme Being among common beings.


That is lost. The clout is gone. I am one among many, within the protocols of proficient inscription. I cannot ascend myself to epic balderdash, where I find solace among fellow nonsensical prototypes. This is slaughter of intellectual property. This cannot be tolerated. The bars should be lifted. The soul should be freed. Live and let live.


I need a change.
I need the ….

Winds of Change…
Which blows straight into the face of time…
Like a stormwind that rings the freedom bell…
For the peace of mind…

FOR.THE.Fucking.PEACE.OF.MIND!

02/07/2010

Tumi nei tai - Anjan Dutta




shei tram bus raasta ghat
shei raastar dokan path
laagche naa kichu shei je aaj hotath
aaj hotath stobdho gorer math...
shanto basto bajar hath...
kothae hariye galo kolkata...

tumi nei shob...dekhe shei shob...
shob aache shob e aache tobu nei....

rong hoye galo gholater
ei shohorer molaater
aaj shob kichu aaj boro ojotha...

chilo jhonjhat, chilo uchhash
chilo hotasha, chilo bishash
aaj shob kichu nidarun...shada kaalo..
aaj pockete bhora shunnota
hridoye boro doinota
shohor amar gorib hoye galo...

tumi nei shob...dekhe shei shob...
shob aache shob e aache tobu nei....

chena poth ghath ochena
chena chena mukh ojana
aaj hothat shob kichui elo melo...

tumi nei shob...dekhe shei shob...
shob aache shob e aache tobu nei....

rong hoye galo gholater
ei shohorer molaater
kothae hariye galo kolkata

niye jhonjhate bhora din ta
niye hajar ghonta chinta
chilo shohor amar bodoi ostohara

chilo roj kar oshanti
tobu chilo na kono klanti
chilo na amar monta amar disha hara

tumi nei shob...dekhe shei shob...
shob aache shob e aache tobu nei....

aache du chokh bhora klanti
aache upor upor shanti
bhetore shudhu joma hotasha

tumi nei shob...dekhe shei shob...
shob aache shob e aache tobu nei....

rong hoye galo gholater
ei shohorer molaater
hariye galo amar kolkata....

Download the song from here.

~Tumi Nei - Anjan Dutta (Cross Connection)

20/06/2010

Please don't jump from Skyscrapers!




Crazy!

It had to be the highest level of inexorable 'depressia' bringing me back here. For starters, I've given 'the place' a new look with a different background, different font color and all that jazz (Karuna Ballal(c)). As always, I dont know what shit I had in mind to pour over this highly depressed place which was crying out for me and for other depressed visitors (visitors = the number being the only even prime number known to mankind and other hopeless erudite-homo-sapienza) for god-knows-what reason. I mean, for somebody to write some shite and for many other bodies (ok, thats wrong!) to read that same shite, this poor blogger site is up all the time tolerating all kinda gloomy chitter-chatter.

I need to find a new job, coz this one sucks so bad that even attending anti-christ masses on Saturday late nights with disabled Satan followers (which is ultra-cool on all possible levels) is not helping my cause. And, well, I dont know, what's the effing 'cause' which makes me to do such retarded things. Meanwhile, I need to find a new place to stay in. There! I haven't ever..and I mean EVAHH...stayed alone. Now, I'll have to. The (enormity of the) prospect of staying alone is starting to give me cold shivers. Wait! What about cold-blooded animals? They get hot-shivers right? Global balance and all that? No? Ok, duhh, sorry, digressing is such a rankling thingy! Anywho, I'll have to do what I have to do. (Another retarded meaningless cliche)

Right now, I am stuck at blank! I have reached the end of the world. It is like am on the terrace of a 243-floor Skyscraper and am looking down. I don't want to jump because I am shit scared of all this jumping-from-top-of-Skyscrapers-thingy. I mean, it sounds really wrong to me, somehow.

I think I have done a good job in filling this place with some random shite, nobody's gonna bother anyways, and I am not going to bother anybody too. Fuck you Universe. Go get a life. And kill LandLords, coz they are mucking forons!

Adios! Barbados!