life and all its seedy little friendships can go to hell.

straight from the googleplex.

my favouritest cartoon of alltimes. though i have seen it only in hindi. it used to be aired on sony in the evenings, and now its shown on the disney channel at 10:30 in the night.

ps: am a supporter of dubbed channels, cos seriously how many can comprehend swift american or british english?? so long live naagshakti and garudwaar (slytherin and gryffindor on pogo)

pps: not that i mean that all understand hindi! disney also airs in telugu. and thats nice only toh!

of brides and betel leaves.

I wanted to post a pic of my pretty cousin (one of my pretty cousins) to show that not all girls in my family are... you know......UGs.
but instead i chose this pic wherein if not pretty she is definitely looking the quintessential bengali bride (except i dunno if they smile or even laugh so widely)
In this pic we, her innumerable cousins were trying to teach her the right way of holding the betel leaf.

ooooof we bengalis.

home truths - 3

number of times i bathe on a weekday - 2
number of times i shampoo in a week - 6
number of times i brush my teeth in a day - 2 to 3
number of times i wear my fave jeans in a week- 5
last time i had washed it - 2 months ago.


heheheh....i dont smell i swear.

of 10 days in google.

what did i learn?

1) if you like food, you cannot stay fit at google.
2) i like pringles. my favourite till now is sour cream and salt & vinegar.
3) smokers are sooooo discriminated againest :(



and much much more.....but only if you are interested in something called AdWords.

the most important thing was of course that,
the ball is the most comfortable thing to sit on, and that there is dearth of the green ball (atleast on our floor)

he he.

hooray!!!! for the bi

www.venusenvy.comicgenesis.com


all must take a look.

lament in grey

O hridayheena mone ki pore naa amaake!?

Why am I so melancholic tonight. Reading venus envy and am about to cry.i cry over cartoons so its not strange that I might want to cry over a comic strip. But I am not sure I am crying over zoe’s sweet pathetic life. I am crying over my sweet pathetic life. Its 11:32 now and I should be in bed by now since nowadays I wake up so early and stuff but am on the comp hoping somebody comes online and/or someone calls, though she did manage to sms and say she cant. Why? I don’t know.

I hate girls! Have I said that before? I hate how they make me feel.

O the heartless one don’t you ever think of me?

here's to women and here's to hoping i wasn't one.

I Can't Be Around Her
I've only to look at her
Or brush my hand against her hand
And this thing between my thighs
Starts to instantly expand.

I can't be around her
Without longing to touch her,
Without longing to hold her
Without longing to screw.
I can't be around her
Without longing to feel her,
Without longing to kiss her---
What the hell can I do?

I think of maggots in the mud,
I think of termites in the wood,
I think of gore and slime and blood,
But it does no good.

I can't be around her
Without longing to grab her,
Without longing to crush her,
Without brimming with lust;
I can't be around her
Without longing to lick her,
Without longing to eat her---
Any moment I'll bust!
Any moment I'll bust.

a taste of life of chocolate

And they say it’s a bad thing,
You’ll stray! They say.
Once you‘ve tasted
Chocolate topped with raisins,
In a bed of butter.
You will get off your diet.
They say.
But what’s life without beauty?
I ask.
What’s life without cheating the diet?
I ask.
What’s life without straying away from the straight path?
I ask.
What’s life without a nibble?
What’s life without a bite?
I ask.
What’s life without chocolate?

(picture by the author herself)

in wait of rejection

They call me coward.
As I stand in the bylines
And sigh and sob
And make many such futile noises
Of frustration.
Of loneliness.
Of may be even relief.
For to approach
To get off that cold slab on which
I sit,
And approach
What is seemingly
Unapproachable,
Will bring smiles,
At last at the seeming
lack of my inhibitions,
on the faces of

all my detractors
and they may even laugh
at my failure to bring home
what seemed out of reach.
even now that I stand in front of you.
And you look at me,
Or through,
Or past me.
And I pray.

(My eyes shut)
Let me off kindly
For I will never again take this same road,
For I am a coward.