Who cares.

I have been feeling pretty ordinary lately,so much so that I feel insignificant,invaluable.Not that I really have clear reasons for feeling such a thing. But I do feel ordinary. Yes I have in an earlier post celebrated the idea of ordinariness but what I feel now,at this very minute while randomly rambling again,is different. You see it is the kind of ordinariness that belittles its celebrated namesake. It is that one feeling that makes you feel you are nobody...

Are we God?

I think I am pretty stoked about the ways of the world. I think the only change aka ‘poriborton’ which is so strong a word these days that it could replace the former and its synonyms in the English Dictionary.I think the only change needed is increasing the size of the first page of the newspapers so that they can accommodate more news.There’s so much that’s happened in the past month that left me totally numb.I am numbed by the horror left in the wake of the blasts,the trainwrecks,seeing desperate policemen and armymen pulling out wrenched limbs and bodies of innocent people.But mostly I am numbed by the helplessness left in its wake too.I don’t care if it sounds juvenile to remark this way but why can we not donate happiness?You know like you push a syringe and draw some happiness out of us fortunate people and push it into their hearts? These people that started an ordinary day smiling at the glint of sunshine sent through their windows at one moment, and at the other lying on a pool of blood with bloodshot eyes and pale faces…

There’s this cosmic question I throw at you-Do we live or do we merely survive? Do we fear mortality or is it this indescribable fear of  living amidst mortals that can take your life? Is this the beginning of the suspected end? If God made us in his own image then are we killing God? Are we God?

Derailed Kalka Mail.

A Policeman attends to an injured child.Mumbai blast 2011.

Mumbai Blast 2011.

Bleh.

Moment of the day-I woke up to a glint of light sent through the ventilator on the wall.

Green gung-ho.

The world seems to have lost its selfish bone and suddenly everybody is gung-ho about taking on the green war with pollution.Last week while completing my cousin's Environmental Science project I realised people do take a break from reading the mumbo-jumbo on newspapers,from the occasional rapes,murders,larceny,etc,lofty movements from gandhi look alikes,certain slut walks(Come on! As long as men have their special pair,and we have ours,all's trivial.Wait till we evolve!),2G scam(Have it your way I say.Ionosphere will be replaced by your car gas anyway!),from movies with slangs that reinstate how gross a race we really are,etc etc and show off their green fingers.Yes yes,they are working at maintaining green zones all over the world with anonymity and by celebrating green days with grandeur.


No I won't serve you by giving you more feed on films and nudity. Get green now. Get serious.


Since green demands seriousness,I have made a serious observation. One of the projects in the assignment was urging students to take on competitive gardening. Now of course the project is only limited to copying it down for your cousin,however I realised how most women in our locality,including my mother,really actually follow it.Competitive gardening begins everyday at five in the evening and lasts more than an hour.All the women armed with spray pipes spray water on the tender leaves and buds with one hand.They balance the stoop with the other hand on the waist and take a quick glance at each others work out of the corner of their eyes.They discuss prices of saplings,the mali's fee,the manure that can make you sick in your dreams,etc.The costlier,the better and the one who gets the costliest of suchlikes does an inward jig with pride and becomes the talk of the town :P. My mother is seriously hungover by her gardening paraphernalia,which I must admit is pretty,cost the pater a fortune though,but sure is pretty.My favorite part is ONLY the touch-me-nots.How I love teasing my touch-me-nots!Therefore,slut or no slut,2G or 3G,D K Bose or the reverse,please find your little green zone and save our green buddies.

My mother's babies.I wrote this because I love my mother,her garden and my sedentary life.

Mundane moves.

No matter what color they paint them,these lurid local trains are a big hit for daily commuters like me in Kolkata.I live in a suburb and travel a good one and a half hour by trains to reach college every frigging day.As they say it all depends on one's perception,so I thought I'll ignore the sad part about travelling by local trains(the thought of which is revolting) and remember what makes for a good gag.Unless you are a woman and are unaware of how men feel about women,you are likely to get on one of the many general compartments and feel like a sudden tempest in a coconut farm,blowing the...kill yourself if you don't get the expression.If you are a man,unaware of how women feel about men,you can help yourself to one of the two ladies' compartments and feel at home.I meant your fire shall be doused in no time martyr and you can seek the helping of your brethren,then by immediately getting off at the next station.

I,however find a safe place to park my butt where its easier to escape the condescending gaze of these funny women that I observe,to forget the sad part,I mean.

Trains sell everything,from bananas to bras.Yes.You will find women collectively bargaining on rates of bananas on one hand and bras on the other and these male hawkers(hawk is a bird of prey) generously studying B-lines to all the visible lines on women's bodies.Munching on one of the many concoctions they sell,I observe every possible thing within eyesight.Here I see kids picking their noses,blowing snot bubbles,there I see,women sticking their smelly,sweaty bodies against one another,animatedly discussing issues they are least aware of,trying hard in vain to maintain maximum distance fearing a possible exchange of lice,or larceny.Anything is possible.There are teenage girls giggling away on phones with their boyfriends,women growling about hefty husbands,men huddling to discuss monopoly and market or for a quick game of bluff.

My favorite meme on Facebook :D

People are extremely grumpy or extremely happy in trains.Sometimes a slight nudge can cause an uproar and a sudden smile can strike friendly chords.It is indeed a manifestation of a veritable Indian way of life,at large.Trains make the mundane move of life,memorable.Happy living. :)

Weather,mood spoiler

It's been raining cats and dogs here in Kolkata for the last three days.Trust me not that I am really fond of that expression with two creatures I totally dread,I am really enjoying it.Of course you'll realize why if you're this home-hobbling, sedentary life sickened, de-motivated to death person,who has been desperately wanting to see smiling,familiar faces in people she calls friends and the heavens pelt down on her and her wish.Amazing! Not that I was enjoying any less when the sun was throttling me all this while and giving me enough reasons to make a funny spectacle of myself by constantly scratching my heat rashes in public. Weather,you are my bitch.

Ramble Away.

You see,this is my first post. Now that I have mentioned the obvious,might I also add,that the feeling of owning and dedicating a page on the world wide web to oneself,exploiting its benefits to the limits of one's immodest ways,is indeed satisfying.
If you are twenty and the fair(read not so fair) sex,you must have experienced one,or perhaps all of the following like me-A relationship,a first kiss,a heartbreak,a friendship which is tailor-made to suit you,an academic life that moderately sucks(open for reconsideration),girly girlfriends,far-fetched dreams,acne and agony,and other things that make you just another girl in the breed-ORDINARY. If you haven't experienced one of these,never mind! We're still friends.
So there,let's make breed ORDINARY fun,ramble away to glory and make the random rock. Have it your way. I will. :)