Love this song!!

Hanging by the moment- Lifehouse

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now...
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That can change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you....

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
Just hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment here with you

Durga Puja!

Today is Navami, the last day of Durga Puja...and this is my second puja away from Home.
And guess what, I didnt feel a thing-none of the excitement, none of the anticipation and none of the energy that made these four days of puja the highlight of the year for us...being away from home takes away the annual ritualistic cyle...you begin to have a pieceameal approach to life....'hanging by the moment', eh?
For the uninitated, Durga Puja is THE festival for bengalis!...its the time of the year, when this almost dead race comes into a fresh lease on life. Its what is fuelling half of Calcutta's GDP anyway, and its the reason why every bengali household sends their child to learning singing, dancing and all such 'cultural pursuits' so that they can show their skills off at the local para function!
I was no different!..my mom would have her 3 trophy daughters all ready for the annual show, year on year!...singin, dancing, acting-you name it, we'd done it...had it been possible, we would have probably collected the dough, made the durga protima and done the puja ourselves!
But seriously, you need to visit Bengali-land for the pujas, its something to experience. Every nook and corner of every nook and corner has a puja of their own. And every pandal, is a statement. I mean, its amazing there so much creativity left in Bengal in spite of the all-stifling 29 years of Communist rule. Just a pointer to what we could have been and what we have become.....and change is always playing 'hard to get' with this ailing place!
All the babas and the mas out in their revelry, all the young ones out to see and be seen-its a show of the highest order. I am sure if you take a poll and see how many love stories started and ended during the pujas-you can beat 'A Suitable Boy' in size and drama!....Maddox Square is the haunt of the younsters, man....the average age of that place must be not more than 25 years...all those nearing 35 or more, slowly slink out of this haat of youth...they have been here way too often, and as if by natural selection they dont fit anymore!...
I dont miss Durga Puja, so much that I would do anything to go back....but the longing is just one notch lower than that!...I miss the people, my people...I miss cracking crazy jokes in Bengali in front of people you meet once in the year, at this time...I miss dressing up, compulsorily...and I miss my mom's food during this time...I miss hanging out with my sisters....I miss pandal hopping sitting atop a mill van, from 9p.m. to 9 a.m......I miss the festivity....I miss home...nothing can come close to the place you have grown up in....nothing can match the innocence of the memories...and nothing can take the place of the characters you saw around you!
This wasnt supposed to be this nostalgic....I thought I would write something about Durga Puja, since I am no longer in the thick of things...but lo!
Till next time, which hopefully will be sooner rather than later!

For a Friend- *M*ad *B*izarre *M*orbid *A*sinine *H*ead *E*xpounds *S*enile *H*umor

Its this batch mate of mine, he's a little crazy....
The letters within *s, they add up to form his name
We have been having this world-famous-in-IIM-Indore fight, which is quite silly, actually
See, when you fight, you actually admit that the exchange of words or whatever was a worthwhile exercise..
As in, you give him enough importance to actually bother reacting to his inanity
I don't...seriously
And here I explain why....
He is this spikey-haired finance afficianado, whose state of consciousness rises and fall with the stock market...
Nothing wrong with that, its perfectly normal when you have no interest, no hobby, no pursuit and absolutely no other distraction...
See, some people have been shortchanged by God....God is overworked, you see
He just passed by unnoticed......and landed up here to bug the hell out of perfectly peaceful talented people, of which club I am a bonafide member...!!
He is desperately clinging onto Manan, who is his neighbour and his only source of salvation...
All his music knowledge is derived from Manan's Playlist....all his rudimentary knowledge about everything beyond bulls and bears stems from that source
And ah yes, he has this blog which has like heavy-duty finance stuff...
The problem is, people definitely visit his site ( there are other sad people in the world, he's not alone--------actually he's not at all unique in that way also)....but they soon take the exit sign door quickly when they realize its Greek and Latin written in leisure time of a bored linguistically challenged pretender.
To you, honey....here's to our challenge
And if you answer back, or change your status msg, or make private blogs public....
Like the F*** I Care!!!

:D

The Day after...

We had this rocking party 2 weeks ago, almost....(parties, that rare species!!)
and i drank wine like i had never drunk before....
Actually, that is true. I had never drank wine before till that day. And then I had around 5 glasses or so. I took Pawan's glass from him and drank his too.
And it hit me. See, I am not a regular at this game. And I have strange, though explicable, paranoias about drinking. Have avoided doing that forever, and dont particularly like that habit in people.
But coming to a management institution, especially this one, has almost rid me of all my inhibitions an reservations against drinking.....when you are not the one putting up the show of the evening, drunk and merry, its actually quite fun!!
So, whatever...
That night, I had my first hangover!!!
Or at least, I think so.....the usual much-heard-of symptoms were there....like a heavy heavy head....someone trying to bang down the innards of my head.....cant drag myself out of this little zone of inertia...yeah, classic hangover!!....
And the next day, we had a 9 o'clock class...which i surprisingly attended, and paid attention...
Well, not at all times...those momentary lapses of concentration led me and Shashi (who btw would win my vote for blogger of the year, only if he deigns to write one!!) wrote this piece of poetry down...
Piece of poetry..:D....I like that!...it wasnt meant to be that serious or that ingenous...it was fun, circumstantial and a cool way to not listen to class proceedings!
I reproduce it here, so that its easy for me to get nostalgic later on...

Shashi's Part

'I wake up. I drink some wine.
Open my eyes and check the time.
And the ghosts that lingered in my room.
Look at the light in my eyes and fade from view;

But there's nowhere to run or hide
When I have to step outside.
Crazy little battles fought on the streets
You smile and you wave as you retreat.
And I step into my skin
I'd ask you where have you been.'

My humble and not that interesting follow-up ( and believe me, I think modesty is an over-rated virtue!)

'The hammer beats down on my groggy head
The resounding remnants of the last few pegs
For a few hours, did you and me part
You, all polite and peace; me, the hedonistic upstart!

I can't say, the parting was with grief
I stepped out of the ordinary for that moment brief
But now when you settle back into your place
I sit down tight, and quit the chase...'

Appreciation is welcome, criticiam forewarned!


Cheers!