"Tola"

The enigma of this word is unmistakably obscured for the non-bengalis. The meaning is grafted into the minds of gluttonous individuals for whom single hood is hunger. The quantity and quality of fodder is relative though. The deprived is glutted with frustration. The virtual vacancy is not given due worth by the birds(read fairies/cindrella/snow-white/rapunzal/…). In such cases follow Techno chronicles.

Lets not exaggerate on the negative aspect. Optimism says how you should execute this “tola” operation. Firstly, flood your network providers with as much fortune as your guardian’s profession allows you to. Mere gratitude towards the heavenly towers. The construction of the cage would have been impossible otherwise. Once she recoils, retreat. Attitude, they say. The lubrication / catalysis step. Next, quote famous rock-heads(whether they follow or not, they are bound to take severe interest). Perfect fillers. Garnish with masked sycophancy. The most delicate mechanism. Triumph will ensure endurance.

The aforesaid paragraphs can be further diluted. Distortions occur at times so apply at your own risk. For further details contact the blogger.

P.S : Experience brings expertise. Vice-versa is not-applicable.

Et tu Brute

The story starts with a mid-day detestation towards an attitude-drenched lad. The then-lanky “dude” was hero-worshipped by aspiring pacers. The top-order was a piece of “Kookie-jar” chocolate cake to him. Gobbled it up in a split-second. Then the “Diwali dhamaka”. Finally some 2 years back, I came across the actual person. People who say I am bad at judging others are proved wrong. I am the worst decipherer of the intrinsic behavioral patterns. A professor in making. He solved WBJEE stuff supersonically. To top it all, ego couldn’t even book the remotest of houses in one of the obscure broadways of his mind. That’s my departing-friend in short. The neighborhood found it difficult to guess our flat numbers. I wouldn’t be awestruck if someone said that the boy belonged to A-22/8.

One fine morning he jubilantly produces his cell and displays the infrastructure of his new abode. Gallantly, I approved his notions. Deep down an uncanny something pricked.
A few days later a frustrated figure says “ I m leaving on the 28th of October”.

The shifting process terminated today. Sraboni (the housing complex in which I stay for the ignorant), has always been exasperating. So shall it remain……….

No more 5 km long walks. No more cribbing about the way different damsels look. No more balcony-room conversations. No one to patronize Manchester United. No more whole day FIFA’08.

New Garia is not far-away. Maybe it’s just the spirit of A-20/5 that has been distilled out and refrigerated. Delicacy for another gloomy mid-day. :)