Have you felt silk lately

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“Have you felt silk lately..??” ad of Cadbury Silk right? Don’t worry I haven’t changed by profession to marketing and won’t bother you with the pros or cons of having a chocolate other than Cadbury. For those who know me, I don’t say anything just like that. So here comes the reason to quote the jingle.

Felling Silk, an awesome feeling right. Right from saris to our shirts silk will always have its place as one of the best in the league. But for me the definition of silk is a bit different.

Silk is a feeling for me, a feeling of pure happiness. Happiness which is not there in having a fat salary at the end of every month, but in spending that 10 rupees on an ice-cream. Happiness which is not there in surviving a hard day of work, but in that short nap on my way back from office. Yes, these things are tiny, but these are the feelings of “Silk”.

Throughout our lives we keep on dreaming and achieving things which we think will make us happy. But we end up running after one milestone after another. We end up being jealous and greedy. Well that’s human nature and Homo sapiens that’s a characteristic that had made a permanent place in our genomes. But what’s the point in achieving milestones in your life if you don’t have a bucket list of things to do? What’s the point in achieving things which will make you an achiever but will make you lonely?

Love others, live like a mad at times, live like a bohemian at times. It’s good to be imperfect at times. Fill your hearts with silk, fill your dreams with silk, feel the silk, and most importantly let people live the silk life with you.

Bhabchi Manush hobo…

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Sobai amake mohan bole, bole “lokta besh bhalo”.

Sobai..!! Bhoy lage jano tate,

Parchito Mohan thakte? Naki meki hoye uthchi dine dine, tile tile…

Dwidha to amar majhe o ache, onek sinduk bhora.

Amar icchegulo o je sobar e moto, sobar e sathe ektu miste chawa,

Ektu dhulomakha poth, ektu gorom batash..

Tobe Mohan holam kobe? Kobe periye ashlam manush hobar gondita?

Janina, bujhina…!!!

Jano tomra , amar na …

Klanto lage khub majhe majhe, ae sorirer bojha tante,

Icche kore kothau hariye jae, jekhane ami AMI hobo, mohan hobo na

Parina jano,

Oe je mayay badha a mon, kichute e palate chayna, bole “akhno onek baki…”

Tai hyto atoguli rupe bachi ami, horek deshe horek rokome.

Kintu atogulo mukhosh…!!!  ar parchina,

Parchina iccheguloke chepe rakhte, parchina mohan thakte.

Bhenge felte chai ami amar e gora a dewalgulo, hote chai swadhin..

Tai Bhabchi abar theke Manush hobo… ar MOHAN  hobona…

We are perverted Indian male

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Yes, I’m an Indian male. Dominated by ego and raised like a king. O yes, I’m cultured too, and what is Indian culture? Guess, yes, you have just hit the jackpot. Indian culture is to worship Devi Durga (Female goddess !!!!) and to talk about girls in a perverted way ( What an Item Boss…).

In India we normally use this line to describe girls “Aurat to pair ki juti hai” (Woman are like shoes), and who teaches us this great great cultural moral, well of course woman only. Why? Coz she had believed it her whole life. We Indian males are so a hypocrite, we will not look for a woman who is independent while we look for a suitable girl to marry. It hurts our ego. We may be ugly, but if some girl rejects our so called perverted love letters we can throw any amount of acid on her face. Coz, we are Indian male community.

Yes, my dear friends of the world this is Indian male. Normally I close my posts with a thought for the reader. But this time I will not. Just let it be in the minds of us Indian males. We are coward, sheepish and perverted.

Hai Ami NARI

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Hai ami nari, Manush ami o.

Kintu tomra ki ta mano.

Mleccho kit sob, Ki chai tomader.

Sudhu sorirer agun cheno tomra.

Ami a bade oto keo.

Tomader maa, bon, bandhu ami.

Kintu jkhn agun jage keno bhul jao tomra ta.

Pujo koro amake kintu atau bolo, “ Ki maal mairi”

Lojja korena tomader..

Ami durbol noe, jeno seta.

Jedin ami Kalirupe ashbo, morbe sobai chinnomostoke.

Shanto Sagor

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Alomelo jhoro hawa, antaheen brishti;

Iccher nibirota ar sapner moroke dhaka kichu anubhutir spondhon.

Monta bodle geche go, bodle geche akankkhar poribbhashagulo.

Sapno.. !!! Hai Dekhi.

Kintu tader bangurota-e je tader choritro.

Shanto sagorer moto bachi akhon ami.

Kintu sab jhorer shristi to ae sagorer-e buke..

Try to be the devil and I will give you hell.

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It has been long since I last blogged. Well, no excuses; it has been shear negligence on my part. I was too busy with my so called salvation hunting and making the things perfect for me. Well then as I’m back you all must be expecting some heavy GYAN from me which will surely give you an upset stomach. Well, I will not spoil your Sunday brunch. So , no gyan to vigyan… just a simple realization to share.

Well after I have turned 27 last Feb (Still Happily Single…) I have made some so called huge promises to me ( Gosh .. My mom and dad would have been proud of me). An obvious question, what are those promises…. well can give you a long list but since I have gone through a business communication workshop recently I will keep it crisp and concise.

” I promise to myself that I will think less”….well what a promise.!!!.. those who know me will surely agree to it , I NEED TO THINK LESS…

So , here I’m after so many years of immature habits of so called maturity have discovered a new side of me; I can really shut my mind on and off to the bullshit around me.

So now, it’s time to execute the master plan into action while  properly monitoring, controlling and keeping the values intact ( thanks to my job profile..) I will give away only one message to the world…as I have stopped thinking much don’t expect me to understand you irrespective of what you do…. You Try to be the devil and I will give you hell. Yanna , Rascala mind it…