midst of nincompoops

It was the chilly winter morning,when my eyes fell on a tiny winy,cute little kitten trying to climb the rotten cabbage stinking dust bin in the street outside,she was drenched in pulse,more than enough colour of turmeric powder.i coudn't identified whether the kitty was a male or female,but feels like SHE is appropriate.i wrapped her in hanky,made her bath with shampoo and conditioner.

I didn't realised my roomies uncomfortableness arousing inside for keeping an animal in the room and sharing the same blanket..when she woke up,she jumped out of my bed and did pee in one of my roomies corner,as if she wanted to take revenge on being so rude to her.served them well!!!
i overheard once my roomy telling her boyfriend,that she love puppies and kittens..very much like him...!!!lier bitch....!!!she was trying to grab his attention through lies..huh!how on earth is her b.f going to know that his so loving and caring girlfriend has built a wall of suitcase around her bed for an infant.

SAALA...they are no less than a bitch of the fairytales..i found them giggling in the next room many times...but coudn't say anything..when they asked me to mop th floor with surf and dettol my anger knew no bounds..later i did and didn't even let them unhear my words too.
"kutta kamina hai tum log,aisa act mat karo jesa ki tum log bhi susu nahi karta hai..kudh tho kala kauwa(crow)jesa hoke".
pakter came running,i narrated the incidence in my language(she is galo too),abused them,cursed them....PAKTER:but anyi who cares..even i didn't get it clear what you said@$$%*^#.

NB;thanks to goto,who's gonna adopt my kitty for few days..after that she's gonna be home:)

EXCLUSIVE TEXT

GOGE: today is the'single word expression 'day.Reply and express me in a single word that
describes me starting with the first Alphabet of your name(Dojum).

OJUM: ummm DARING!and how will you describe me?

GOGE:'GAUCHO'
'GAMINE'
'GARRULOUS'....bahot hai,others may be a reason for fight hahaha
phir bhi lo'GADHI'...how am i DARING to you?????

OJUM:am disgruntled....you'DAMSON',DALMATION','DEAD DUCK','DEBAUCHED GUY' and
what not!you are DARING because you have the guts to take the risk of flirting around.

GOGE: u see?who's talking now?

OJUM: who sowed the seed first???

GOGE:do i need to tell the good stuffs too?

OJUM:yeah,thats what i was expecting from you hihihi

GOGE:'GORGEOUS'kafi hai?or should i add the adjective to something more defining?
'GORGEOUS GADHI'..hahha well you are 'GAY'!

OJUM:nincompoop.....guys who bath with LUX is a gay..now tell me isn't your statement were
foxhole?

GOGE:i dnt use lux and certainly who do are metrosexual.GAY ka meaning'colourful,full of fun'
bhi hai sayad!!!

OJUM:thanks atleast you poured an idea for a blog"war of words"thank you my DOUGHNUT
ummmm ummmuahh!!

GOGE:u see?food for thought...lets wrap it up..watch out for my next massage..pay back time.

OJUM:i may be down at heel.Christmass peepin around and i haven't put a clothe yet.

GOGE:what does that mean?are you....you know?????????

OJUM:you are no less than an undoyen,if not in study atleast extend your idea on philosophy..

GOGE:any suggestions?????

OJUM: moron,extend your noddle by jumping,calmly close your eyes,take a long breadth and let
pals kick hard on your.......................anyways have a sound sleep...

Girls are like that

Sensitive,egoistic and copy cat...well am in no purpose to extract out the nature of a girl in particular or in general,these notes is according to my own concept on girls around me ok..though am not a keen observer and i dnt have any rights to criticize on their life styles right?
Girls hmmmmmmmmmph!!are really special,if you praise her she thinks you are telling lies and if you dnt you are good for nothing,if she talks she wants you to listen and if you listen she wants you to talk,if you touch her you are not a gentlemen and if you dnt you are not a man.if you agree to all her likes you are a wimp and if you dnt you are not understanding.
When it comes to trends dnt ask me guys!!they are so much conscious about it...(well same thing with me hehehe),before the party night they ll try out as many times as clothes in their wardrobe with macthing earrings,bracelets and make ups.....the purpose behind that is to look beautiful and noticeable in the crowd i suppose.
"Where the guys and Bike rides are concerned,he must be handsome and good looking not that ok ok type and must be well dressed,cant stand a guy dressed in an unpleasant manner",thats what my roomie told.
"His wallets must be full of bucks"-kimi
"must be well shaved,musnt stink of mustard oil"-Niharika
"sabkuch chalega agar wo jibom kulo jesa ho(her crush from orkut)"-name withheld
"must be huge and manly so that i can feel protective when am in his arm"-Prima
"must not wear undies from the footpath"-Isha
"Guys are street dogs"-Depe
"he should not be tall like electric post,though must have the electric power
with high voltage"-Suchitra
"socchna chor diya"-ojum


to be continue...............................................

Fancy and Imagination

the critic said,the term 'fancy'and 'imagination'were often used in a vaguely synonymous way during the 17 th century english literature and it referred to the realm of fairy tale and make believe.but occasionally fancy was meant to carry a lighter cannotation and a less responsible kind of imagination.
imagination came to be associated with a certain softness,warmth and depth of good feeling...where as,a sense of coldness and a suggestion of unreliable frolic grew around the term fancy....
well fancy........................................imagination.................
imagination.....................................fancy................
hey Raaaaaam!!!!both seems similar to me.the only thing i know is i am thinking where i come to visualise something or the other which seems real to me....
last night i told one of my roommate that am gonna have 12 kid:)to make a football team and all of them bald..they shall make line with their plates each time i serve food.my husband shall take care of the subjects of Science and me Arts..even the name shall be based on subject...like six of them shall be named Einstein 1,Einstein 2.............and the rest Shakespeare,milton,coleridge,keats,wordsworth and marlowe...if we are out for shopping my husband ll lead and the rest ll follow him serially........
well talking of these stuffs made me remembered once peyom asking"oye ojum why you always dream of making kids??"kya karu peyom bhai...future ko socchta hoon tho baccha hi baccha nazar aata hai!!! :))

Hallucination

Eyes says a lot.she speaks,she listens and she views at everything that catches her.when she close her eyes,she starts spining brightly coloured dreams that had in them no touch of reality.she move to an inner world which is more b'ful than this big bad world and when she's awake she starts gossiping with the sorroundings she gossips with the clouds far away which keep on humming songs with the wind,drenched in colors of the sun and the very next moment it disappears into the blue....she gossips with the sky,who in return gave back a naughty glance,,,the trees kept on watching her all through the process as if she were doing secret works................and the most noisy creature'the bird'kept on disturbing her not to have a full concentration..they broke the silence which she adored much......
when the sun went down,she stood unsensitably,pondered that her life,her days and the moments that she have now will loose all its charms in the night.gradually when the sun went down she smiled back at her telling"she ll come again".
How fortunate she is to have a very b'ful sight...............yeah she is fortunate to watch the birds flying back home,,,which has a background painted with red and patches of few clouds,infront there stood a number of banyan trees proudly,soaring their heads higher due to their responsibility to give shelter to countless creatures.
suddenly,she heard someone whispering her name.she turned back.to her utter surprise it was a coconut tree reminding of her presence too...how come she didn't take noctice of her who has given birth to many religion..........Hindu,christian and Muslim so on and on................she was sad and gloomy cos her kids has been corrupted by the followers,though she knows they have endured soft corner deep within in the form of a coconut.she was shocked when from all side she heard everything calling her name...."glance on me too",i am helpless,hopeless,they are deaf to hear our hues and cries,we ll be blessed by your single glance".in such a confuse state three Anttena standing on the roof of the two building caught her eyes.one standing alone and looking at the two.in that lonely anttena she saw a picture of herself....and when the wind blew she let the past vanished in the air....:)she move to another caller"The Indian flag"which was striving and accumulating all the efforts to reach the sky.she felt'the flag'so much resembled the hope and expectations of her dear parents from her.their hopes rises each time the wind blows...further she went to thank god for being so kind to her and to create everything that has given her a purpose to live.
when the darkness engulfed the environment she promised the rest to discuss the matter next time.

Don't search whats not there!

searching something thats not meant to be in palms for,its as passable as water and tresspasser as sand in tight palms,many people mourn over unsuccesful love,curse themselves for not being in good books of the community,parents and dear lover..but o'lord;if i had power to reign over destiny,i would curse one and all the people cutting their own nerves,that damn makes god shameful of making,creating human-intelligent ha!
what people notion love as,its just jeopardising their own minds,heart and soul..altogether digging graves for one's own disappoinment...LOVE DOESN'T EXIST..its a emotional state just like anger,only difference is,anger is short and love's prolonged..anger is harsh and tough,love is smooth and shooting......have you ever seen anyone loving a single person right thro'puberty to death?no man....absolutely a big no!people get anger,sad,sentimental and so do they fall in love..love is not destiny,its a creation of mind.love is not god's creation,its a human psychy manifestation.thinking about love, shaking fingers and counting mistakes is a loosers voice.i have so many things to make up in past,but i cant...so no use worrying really.love just happens by itself.just as you become angry and start hating someone;you admire someone and and start loving.
i will give you my words of survival,which i count in myself whenever drenched in problems.
"for the problems you have no solution there's no use worrying about and problems for which you have solutions,you have nothing to worry about"

FREEDOM:what it means to me

The very mention of the word and response it evokes is almost universal.A feeling of awe and exitement that challenges the spirit,yet comples humility.it is difficult to define freedom,but each one of us knows what it feels like.
Freedom is what distinguish a bird in a cage from one flying in the sky.Freedom is what we,as citizens of independent India are born with today.Freedom is not a gift but an achievement of many a great martyr who believed that no price was too high to pay for it.Freedom is what India awoke to on 15th Aug 1947.when she overthrew the yokes of colonial rule and established her Independent identity.
Its been sixty one years of Independent.but her people are still living in bondage.The Ganga is crying and the Taj is weeping.The rich cannot be called free-they are slaves of their own money.the ambitious and successful cannot be called free either-they are enslaved by their own destiny.True freedom is FREEDOM OF SOUL.it is the free air to breath.
A persons thoughts, his imagination is like a bird which can't be engaged when every individual can stand up to his conscience,when he can do what he feels is right,when he has the liberty to decide what is good and what is not.thats the true essence of freedom.each one tries to struggle for his sense of freedom,but he must keep in mind that his rights do not violate the independence of others around him.with freedom,comes responsibilities that must be shouldered with utmost care.
It took more than a century and a half to win India's freedom from the british-how long will it take us to win-"OUR FREEDOM"? another century perhaps?

if it is the last

laying in the coffin of darkness
waiting for the unborn tommorows
beholding you;you are sleeping
and dreaming peaceful dreams
with your locked eyes,in painful
plight,beside the lingering nightmares
the heart screams
in the dark side of the midnight
fears cross my mind
if my journey ends very here
if the road vanishes everywhere
if the narrow comes never
if,it is the last
my soul would sear
more with regret and tear
for my feelings were never revealed.

English-a funny language

"english was invented by people,not computers,and its reflect the creativity of the human race(which ofcourse isn't a race at all)that is why when the stars are out they are visible,but when the lights are out they are invisible.."
one of my roommate(assamese)did her schooling from an assamese medium and is very much eager to learn english...she keep on asking questions..when did you learn english?how?who taught you?how much time does it take?and blah blah....i saw eagerness in her eyes and i do hope this very thing will take her far someday..
last night we gossiped for a long time(as girls usually do)suddenly she came up with a question...'moi tumak eta proshno hudibo kuju,jitu mur hridoyot bohut dinor pora asil'(ill ask you a question that is resounding in my head for a long time) she said'
"unwillingly we asked her to proceed,though we too need a tutor for ourself desparetely."
(1) why is it that when i wind up my watch it starts but when i wind up a story it ends?
well thats not enough,theres more.........do infant enjoy infancy as much as adult enjoy adultery?if love is blind,why is lingerie so popular?why is the person who invests all your money called a broker?why is the person who plays piano called a pionist,but a person who drives race car not called as racist?why are wise men and wise guys opposites?if horrific means to make horrible,does terrific mean to make terrible?why isn't 11 pronounced as tenty one?tang......tang(silence hour bell rang just on time p.....h....e.....e.....w...!!)hurriedly we retired to bed.gradually secound passed into minute and minute into hour,but still the funny side of the english remained undiscovered.

prince charming

since childhood im very fond of fairytales where,fairy god mother appears and grant a wish to help cindrella to find her prince charming to come and take her home. somethin of tat sort happened to me in ma first year in college...i met ma "puccas prince charming"guess wat?i met him through calls and sms....pheeeeeeeew!i had never felt like tat before,tat strange feeling kept on disturbing,i was unable to sleep during night and kept on daydreaming during day time...a bit perplexed,a bit surprise but i was happy,the reason being i came to realize i was in love with tat guy but coudn't collect the guts to speak my heart out to him....patiently i waited for his reaction instead,but the day with him ended when another guy appeared to me before the clouds and the whole process took place with a bit difference...
A dream i saw when i closed my eyes last chilly winter morning,i saw a guy whom i had never talked before,a guy in whose eyes i saw a picture of myself,he was unknown but he felt nearer to me than even myself.as usual i was utterly confused!!!it was as if time had come to stand still and everythin around me was stopped,tat moment i felt like the happiest person in this whole planet..."nothin lasts long"well tats wat some critics said..likewise my love story ended so fast.
He came along to my surprise and disappeared before my very eyes.i realize,i was in rush not to let my frens laugh at my innocence(without a b.f)...i ve'nt got anyone of them but still theres a spark of hope in me tat someday,somwhere i'll find the prince charming of my choice.

An english professor wrote the words
"WOMAN WITHOUT HER MAN IS NOTHING"on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly..the man wrote:"woman,without her man is nothing"
the woman wrote:"woman!without her,man is nothing"

seasons of gensi

Each spring of joy
blooms and mingles as my happiness,
and adds a dash to my spirit of living
with eager enthusiasm.
summer like the sparkle of sunshine
enlightens the tiny droplets,
embellishing each spectrum,
a gloomy face smile
and lonely eyes shine.
like the blush of a shy sky
heralds the beautiful dawn
touching each speck of gensi
with Autumnal magic.
when the trees let fall.
the leaves so shrivelled,
there is a hope in a new beginning.
Each care of winter love
embraces my innermost being
and gives me a purpose to live
with exquisite bliss.
(22nd april 2005,from my diary)

the sermon

i dont remember exactly when,but one sunday recently,i went to church.after sometime,i realised i had promised my friend to go to market with her.i was about to leave,but the pastor was just begining his sermon,and i thought it would be rude to get up at that point,and it was a real blessing,because that day i heard things i very much needed to hear.
He said something like:
'in all the languages in the world,there is the same proverb',"what the eyes dont see,the heart doesnt greive over"well i say that there isnt an ounce of truth in it.the further off they are,the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget.if we're in exile,we want to store every tiny memory.if we're far from our freinds,everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.
At the end of the service,i went up to him and thanked him:i said that i was a stranger in a strange land,and i thanked him for reminding me that"what the eyes dont see,the heart does greive over".

December Rose

i still remember that foggy, silent and lonely december morning.i sat looking through the window at the windswept garden thinking about something which i,myself even don't know.all of a sudden,i caught the sight of two rose bushes by the garden wall..each with a single rose,one white and one red.a feeling of warmness felt my sight,i stepped slowely by the window sill to have a better glimpse....a desire overpower me to touch the velvety softness of the petals.......so pulling on my coat,i faced the cold icy wind(ignoring that it was slapping my face)to touch the petals breadth in perfume of a dying year.

FAVOURITE PLACE IN GUWAHATI

A corner where one can enjoy the beauty of ghy... naked hills dark in complexion,romantic greeneries and seducing flowing brahamaputra from the terrace,accompanied by countless crows....trying to impress all the inhabitants around with its awful voice.Being accompanied by them makes me feel so alive and free,cos even being so ugly and neglected by many they makes there world free from all distractions.they are unaware of this big bad world..seems there world is full of myriad happiness...all these seeds of feelings got sprouted in my heart since the very first time i sat here...which is the only part of the terrace where you won't find crow shit,i am addicted to this corner from where i had got to know the world and its people better.whenever i am confused and m split i come to this place to gather myself...every thoughts pop up here and ends here,this place works as "my guide"........................watching the traffic stuck in the street from above gives a clear idea of life in a few aspects.our life is like the cars stucked in the traffic.we get stuck sometimes when we are disappointed and has no way to go.lots of people come and go,sometimes they do stuck with us but when the signal is given and the road is open everybody takes their way without giving a last glance and the very next moment we find ourself alone running down the street.during the vacation i miss this place a lot,even after graduation if i opt for another course,i know i ll be missing this place a lot.

june 12

when we meet someone and fall in love,we have sense that the whole universe is on your side.i saw this happen today as the sun went down.and yet if something goes wrong,there is nothing left!no distant music....nothing.....how is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

BIT PERPLEXED

I've already been here an eternity.i spend all day listening to music on radio,lying on bed,looking around my room,thinking about the future,longing for class to begin and when i'm in class,longing to get back to the room...in other words,i am living the future not the present.one day ,at some distant future date after graduation i'll be back at home , marry someone and settle down .but before i die , i want to fight with life .if i can walk on my own ,i can go wherever i like.