Just love

Here comes a love song composed mainly by a friend of mine, and moderated(and at some places also edited) by me. This time it is not for anyone , but it is given to the lips of a fictitous character and she is none other than the sweet heroine of Twilight(by Stephanie Meyer) ~ Isabella Swan. The song is dedicated to her for her beloved Edward Cullen.


Last night here for you,same old songs, just once more;
Last night here with you may be yes, may be no;
I, kinda liked it anyways, how you shined
And placed your eyes on me.
Did you ever know that i had mine on you?

Darling, so there you are, with that look on your face,
As if you never heard,as if u never doubt,
Am I the one for you?
Shall I be the one for you for now and forever
To interest you solely and truely??

You promised me then....I knew
You wanna dream on.
So let me come close to you.
Closest I wannabe.
Close enough to feel your heart beatin true.
And save us a whisper,
How i long to feel your peaceful eyes on me.

Do you ever know I have mine on You.



[P.S: Dont be jealous dear Jacob Black]

A Rejection letter.

None has yet given (or may be dared or felt like,whatevr it may be) me a love letter. Just before the result of 5th sem, being frustrated with tension tried to destract mind n think of something new, fun n purely puerile .I dont intend to give it to any one by anychance (bechara hoyto ektu beshi e chaap kheye jabe...: P). Pun was the sole intention, wid some utterly emulated,chivalrous and protean faces in mind. Here goes my " Rejection Letter " to those who proposed me (to my great resentments) or who want or think to do so or watsoevr....:P


My amour-propre inundates by all means my any desire to be your inamorata. It's better not to dilly-dally to let you ameliorate, cause you will never convalesce. Waiting to gloat for the evangel? Put moratorium on those. You better become a vagrant, or u may have to spoil your fortune paying off the alimony. Other valiant options are also there . I can show you a few such, if u wish ,but personally i feel it's better not to show you such chimeras. Without admonishing the impasse,without trying to adduce the umbrage,stop the vendetta with your mind immediately. You just cause adnauseam to me. Now, dont try to rise an affray to affront me. Albeit I am the naive,I am the vaunted veer, vapid jilt,insidious virago with an acridly battered soul n heart whom you cnt stand against. Neither your inveigle, nor your invidious invectives can accrue my anger any more,it got imbued by the imbroglios long ago. Dont even try to pull out the immured angers. You are not enough accoutred to impale my stoic facet. By any chance I do not need aegis from a janitor. Dont take ol dese stodgy pejoratives, run pell-mell.
As you were never much welcome I am not interested in valedicting you even.

memoires...

Time always presents me a fait accompli. Somehow, it manages to prove that I was devious. The consequences devolves to the present. But nothing to do ,except either getting moonstruck or calmly accepting the mopish present. Moribund Dreams bring back the rainbow of myriad expectations and desires. Some pasquinade has snatched away all my ebullience.

My school days,those hours of non-stop yaks, the ballyhoos in the class, those derisions......they still descry the mind for hours. The faces with their jaunty smiles,their ingenuous advices, beguiling jokes can never denigrate from the facets of mind. Yammers seemed always sweet, desultory fashion evrywhere made evrthing just perfect. Sheepish smiles after little peccadilloes macerated all grapples. Puerility washed off all inanity. Never got tired, never stopped laughing; contravening the rules and manners were just the grandiose style. Never paid heed to , who deprecated. Everything was just expedient. At the cowering moments always had hands on shoulders and also causes to exult the next moment. The deranged pranks could never be eschewed.
Some teachers always seemed to have some ulterior motives to depredate our alacrity. Some despicable incidents still bring tears. We all were together and promised to stay together 'forever'. But Nothing Lasts Forevr~ the confirmists confirmed. We are, but far far away , humming monodies at melancholic moments having petulant tempers facing macabre realities.

We grapple, we grovel,tolerate detractions which seems much de trop.
Time deters the memories most of the times, yet brings those yores acerbically at times.

We no more need hands on our shoulders. We have developed social acumen, we are used to living on tenterhooks after all sorts of jibes and sneers. Yet Redolence of those days seems to heal temporary phronemophobias. Then I feel , a dear friend of mine truely says "Beatified by Resentments".

Bakkhali

The monument before boarding the bus at 8am.




The First glimpse of sea from the bus.




Lonesome Twosome.

The Jetty - the means of Crossing the Hatania-Doania river for cars and vehicles.

Waiting for The sunrise with distorted shadows.

The pink tinge of the sky before the sun really showed itself due to fog.

The sun rise, finally...

View(I) from the watch tower at Henry's island(It has 162 water ponds cultivating various types of fishes).

View(II) from the watch tower.

The Yellow crab, on the shore of Benfish Fish project.

Water water evrywhere, not a drop to drink.On d way to Jambudip for long time no lands were visible on any side.!!

The land of Jambudwip.

A fishing ship.

Mangrove forest on d way to jambudwip from Frasergunj.

The mangrove trees along with their breathing roots.

Windmills at frasergunj.

One of the very very few things to capture at the crocodiles' project park.

The beautiful house within the project park.

we stayed in this lodge.

On the way to the temple of 'Bon Bibi'.

Bon Bibi Mandir.

The quite nd calm surrounding of the mandir.

The tiny red dots visible. are ol red crabs spread over the sea beach at Bakkhali. de come out only wen the sun shines brightlyn goes inside d sand as soon as anyone approaches them from some distance.Dey are quiet a social n conscious species.

Star Fishes on the sand.the sesile animals lying dead.

I dont know the name of this creature that was lying on the beach. Jethi told perhaps it is a small 'shankar mach'.

Chalk And Charcoal work by nature along the beaches of Bakkhali.

Shadows of mom n me on the charcoal n chalk work of nature.

The goat babies are fed in feeding bottle.Dnt think its milk from their mother,Its only rice washed water n salt.

On the way back, while crossing the Hatania-Doania River.

D village...

Somantoral Rekha misheche digonte....

The things we see are not olways the truth.

hanging High. I dint try to hold dem, so am not sure wther i can touch dem or not...:P

Within Five days evrything was planned and fixed. We were heading for a weekend holiday at Bakkhali. Tickets of WBSTC bus were booked , hotel rooms were also reserved and by 8th January'09, thursday 6:20 am, we (9 of us, we 4, nd 5 of our neighbours) were ready to head for our destination.

It was one of d nicest tours amongst quiet a many trips.

i loved it , i liked it......and can say proudly...."Aha ki dekhilam, jonmo jonmantoreo bhulibo na."

I dnt have such a strong vocabulary to express ol my thoughts nd feelings through my writings, Here were a few pix taken by me in my mobile, though dere quality are not much good but seein these i still cherish those moments.

VIVA-VOCE

The sem-time has come again.

With it ,has arrived the viva-voce....

The incubus of mine.

No other way left other than to

Denunciate own self,

After comin out frm the room,

Acting a dumb.

All the friends before me got

easy questions to answer.

But wen my term comes,

I only get to hear some alien questions

Which obviously i cnt answer.

Donno wats dere in my face

Do i look more intelligent dan d rest??!! :(

Even if by any chance i answer a question,

D questions dat follow, takin to d 'depth'

Of the subject Simply Takes Me

To the state of Languor.

Incognito,incongrous -simply

These words play in my mind

Proving once agn that i m incorrigible now.!!

When on d viva table teacher asks

To derive equations n formulae

Nd draw the resilence graph..;

Aftr turmoil wen something is represented somehow,

That seems a clepsydra to d person in front.

Oh.,..M proud m d new author of that subject,.!!

Some dare to b smart enuf to speak

The wrong munificently....But i feel...as if

I havent yet learnt to speak.

Anyday by anychance

If i give a nice viva

Emulating the fisticuff of the teacher

I go over cloud-9...

but thats quiet a rare incident..!!!

Y dese teachers r not a bit clement..

Dint they face ppl like demselves evr..?

So many friends n foes give me

So many suggestions to face Them,

Nd to efface the fear....

But..

I Always enter the viva-room

With quasi fear,just as before

Nd aftr it come out n rush for quaff..!!!

TeNsIoN

Sem is approaching n m feelin sleepy..
Y does dis time comes...???
Nothin prepared,so much to know..
The syllabus n d big fat books seem quaint;
speak some patois ...

Let the puck sing the psalm for me...
The robot teachers ready
To throw me in the quag.
Wid my puerility i try to regret that fact
Of utter bitterness....

Paucity of knowledge sometimes
Create complex deep inside the mind...
Next moment i get elated
By the thought
the sem-session will soon b over...
The happy days will b Back again

But again the fear of bad result
Gulps the mind
N i try hard to concentrate.
I suceed in memorising......
everything except the words i shud....

God bless me wid an exalted result,dats d only prayer for now. :)

Annoyance.

I am a bit idiotic person...!! I dislike many persons on earth due to various reasons. But few r there, for whom i cant show it, d way i wish to.....
Most people have it.I kno.Krishanu ( a close frnd o mine) had(has) immense grudge on *M* aunty of our beloved alma-mater , n by dis time ,i biliv ,he is able to show it..[:P]
One of such is one of my teachers.Believe me i'll name him publicly as soon as i fix my carrier.Evry other person in d clas instigates me n demselves to hate d person, but i am d victim of his ****nesses n *******nesses most often, being d only gal of my class.
He is one of dose very few persons on earth, who bothers or forces me to curse him....
watevr god save him from our(oops My) curses..
He speaks so utter non-sense n controversial stuffz , ki he himself even cant keep pace wid it: n oder teachers n students go crazzzy due to him, but none can let a single word go out of their mouth.
y????
He is the most 'hyped' n one of the most influential person(uuufff...sorrry 'TEACHER') of the college....:(

GOD BLESS HIM.