This poem was occasioned by the seeing of a beautiful face..
Someone said that it seems faintly inspired from Byron’s ‘She Walks In Beauty’. (clearly then, it needs more talent than inspiration to do a Byron : )
(picture courtesy: a distant friend) 
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Another poem of mine : ) part of which I had scribbled somewhere sometime…finished it and posting here..
Oh! find my Magnum Opus below 
I wrote this poem long, long back. A friend asked me to put it here, and here it is..
(The pic above is from the internet for which credits are due to an unknown)
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titled: My mood is VAMPIRE..
~ when I was in some real nasty mood..
This post is derived from a fellow blogger Axinia’s post on her blog - http://1000petals.wordpress.com/2009/03/26/every-man-carries-within-him-the-eternal-image-of-woman/
It is an essay written by one of her friends and talks of the essence of the feminine form and its absolute role in our existence. Indeed it is a very complete thought and all the more well written. It begins with the able support of a Carl Gustav Jung’s quote: “Every man carries within him the eternal image of woman ….… a deposit, as it were, of all the impressions ever made by woman” - Collected Works 17:338, and what follows is nothing short of the extraordinary in terms of both the writing prowess and the quality of thought. A great read.
To me it was more relevant because it reminded me of this movie ‘Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda’ (Seventh Horse Of The Sun) (again!) where the script utilizes a rather similar thought (which is said to have been penned by Tagore). That scene I’m attaching here – Read the rest of this entry »
I fell in love with the melody of the saxophone when I heard George Michael’s song ‘Careless Whispers’. That was long back during my engineering days; I had listened to the song all night that night. And I have loved the saxophone ever since.
I think the strain of the saxophone is matchless; something that other wind or stringed instruments cannot create. Unlike the delicate, contemplative violin, or the sophisticated piano, or the platonic-sounding flute, or the youthful ‘ting ting’ (ok, ’strum’ ’strum’) energy of the guitar, the mature, seductive, and heavy strain of a Saxophone starts whipping the romantic crap inside my head. It has a more Read the rest of this entry »
Saw the movie ‘Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda’ (Seventh Horse Of The Sun) and liked it, even along with the confusions that it left me with. It is directed by Shyam Benegal and is based on a novel of the same title by DharamVir Bharti. (that book I haven’t read though)
The movie clearly reminded me of Dharmvir Bharti’s typical style of writing (and credits are due to the Director); even his book ‘Gunahon Ka Devta’, which I read earlier, shows a similar anti-idealistic (not using the word realistic as it is necessarily positive) character of its main protagonist and heroines, and others. The script and its style of narration are such that the story is very open-ended, at all points, including the end, and hence, madly thought provoking. So much so that Read the rest of this entry »
She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she’s always a woman to me
She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she’ll never believe
And she’ll take what you give her, as long as it’s free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she’s always a woman to me
Oh–she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh–and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind
~ Billy Joel, ‘She’s Always A Woman To Me’
This is as live as it gets.
I’m not a big follower of any football league (I mean I’m not crazy enough to discuss or even worry about things like which team is moving where, and how, in the points chart), but once a while I watch major clashes so earnestly that I wonder if I sometimes completely forget to nurse some dormant passions. (*woooops*…rooney just had an ass of an attempt from a difficult angle; lucky Liv !!)
I cannot go ahead without writing that I’m rooting (in as much as my rooting can be taken as genuine considering that I’m just a fan, not any fanatic) for Liverpool 
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‘Bolta’ is ‘wasp’ in bengali. One of my bengali friends at my workplace was telling me this story about his childhood (and I’m sharing because somehow I found it hilarious; hope you too)
Once on a school picnic trip, where these guys were enjoying in the outdoors, some wasps got annoyed (perhaps correctly thinking that the place belonged more to them than to some hullabaloo-causing children) and tried to chase these guys away (or rather, as I understand, they were just flying around to scare them and these guys started to run, as if they were really being chased, further, as if, they could beat the chase had had those little-yellow-stings decided to kiss them!) Now, amidst this panic, one girl decided to run upto this school security guy who was resting under a tree near-by. He had accompanied them perhaps to handle the kind of pressing problems these kids were right then in. Our security guy happened to be a nepali (no offence meant, but no prizes for guessing either 
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