tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68862151279616417702024-03-13T16:31:31.707+05:30INGENUOUSLYIngenuous confessions and thoughts of a spontaneous and random thought processorspontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-88561549003431012242011-01-08T20:36:00.001+05:302011-01-08T20:36:50.533+05:30Prince to PauperI was never a Saurav Ganguly fan. I thought him to be an arrogant and dominating person. Infact, I liked Rahul Dravid. I felt, he was deprived of the recognitions and accolades that he deserved. But, won't deny, being a bengali, always had a soft corner for Saurav. Rejoiced when he hit double tons in England world cup. My heart was filled with pride when he celebrated after the Natwest trophy winspontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-13391249261057884802010-12-31T22:28:00.003+05:302010-12-31T23:12:47.856+05:30Tees Maar Khan - Movie ReviewOne of my disgusting mistakes of year 2010 was to watch "Tees Maar Khan". Probably not only mine. May be this is what Akshay Kumar thinks too, for he has said that he won't do a sequel of TMK. Perhaps the much talked about item song "Sheila ki jawani" was just not enough to pull the movie off.
The Akshay Kumar - Katrina Kaif pair couldn't do the trick due to poor story, poorer comedy and poorest spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-6852892618179875712010-12-22T10:45:00.000+05:302010-12-22T10:45:36.381+05:30Death of a smiling faceA news channel last night was forecasting a piece of news. Among the pile of news that they served one caught my attention and made me think.
A state government has published a big banner vocalizing its laurels and greatness. The banner talked about the efforts the government has taken in the agricultural sector of the state. The banner showed a smiling farmer indicating the development spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-13783641605993846932010-05-15T10:30:00.001+05:302010-05-15T10:31:18.016+05:30Watch out...Last night while I was unstrapping my wrist watch, I smiled, then giggled. Some old dusty memories peeped somewhere from childhood.
Wristwatch, or anything worn on the wrist for that matter, are of great fascination to children, girls especially, and I was no exception.
Initially it used to be a wristwatch drawn on my 4.5" circumference wrist with colorful ball pens. I remember, most of spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-12166800454754067462010-04-30T14:48:00.001+05:302010-04-30T14:54:11.405+05:30Irradiating life...Life saver has turned into lethal killer. And what's responsible for this undesirable morphing?...Negligence. Delhi University (DU) has admitted just one of them.
Cobalt 60, the radioactive isotope of cobalt, has been mishandled due to sheer negligence of DU authorities. DU bought a "Gamma Irradiator" containing Cobalt 60 pencils in 1968 from Canada. The Gamma Irradiator which was not in use spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-46089781933005597922010-04-24T20:59:00.003+05:302010-04-24T21:09:42.551+05:30IPL chit chats Aisi kya baat hai ismein??
Shaadi kab kar rahi ho Preity?
Iss baar running between the wickets achha tha na mera??
Kyun aaya haam idhaar??? Kolkata jeet ta hi neyhi
Performance, match nahi toh yahan sahi
Washing powder Nirma, doodh si safedi, nirma se aayi...
Anne French ka ad toh main bhi kar sakti hoon, Kareena kyun??
IPL ke bahane kuch lok seva. Some kapda for the bhukha nanga spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-81294863097874525832010-04-16T23:31:00.003+05:302010-04-17T21:39:38.708+05:30Great Indian Television - Shaadi aur Barbaadi...Bahu shedding tears while Saas lashing verbal whips. "Arre o kalmuhi...baap ka ghar samajh rakha hai kya? yahan muft ki roti todne aayi hai?" . Wife questioning her husband with a drop of tear at the corner of her right eye, "Batao, kal raat tum kahan thhe...arre tum kya bataoge!!! (pointing her palm straight at her husbands face)...tumhari khamoshi, tumhari yeh jhhuki hui nazar sab bayan kar spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com113tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-91419141903417544382010-04-14T13:55:00.009+05:302010-04-14T14:11:16.643+05:30A Letter to KKR Owners from a KKR SupporterTo,
Respected KKR Owners,
Dear Sir/Madam,
First of all congratulation for the consistent performance of your (also morally our) team.
I fail to understand why I’m writing this letter because I know it won’t make any difference. I’m doubtful of this letter being read in the first place. But I can’t stop myself from penning down my agony and anger.
I know it’s a game. One team loses while the spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-75241505848391237212010-04-11T11:54:00.000+05:302010-04-11T11:54:27.678+05:30Letter from a country servantTo,
Respected Uparwala Sir,
Sir, I am a country servant, Sir. My Commander tell me that my work is to serve the country. He say every one is not packed in national flag when they die. Every one do not get "topo ki salaami". I will get if I die.
But I don't want to die , Sir. I am a constable at the Dantewada. My house is in a village at Kakdeep, South 24 Parganas, West Bengal. Last year, spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-3719102480356977242010-04-04T18:19:00.003+05:302010-04-06T11:00:42.602+05:30The Royal Safari"Aaaawwwwhhhhhhhoooooommmmmm" yawned the lion stretching its forelegs. Then stretched its back and hind legs and turned around to its fellow lion sitting next to him under shade of the bamboo bush. "What's the day today, Dirtymane?", he asked the other lion. "Don't know Yawny, the weekend's over I guess...Old Mr. Groaw would know. He has been here for years" replied the other lion shaking its spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-16478942233019997822010-03-26T23:08:00.000+05:302010-03-26T23:08:14.721+05:30Farewell...[This is a sarcastic post. I have no intentions of hurting personal/organizational sentiments. Incase it does, my sincere apologies]
Our office has been seeing series of farewells in the recent past. The same old formalities every time . A "All-Hands"meeting (since our company doesn't have much employees, it has the luxury to gather all the employees at a common forum).
Every one gathers to bidspontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-8770259163241393822010-03-20T12:03:00.004+05:302010-03-23T10:06:51.589+05:30Bengalis in BangaloreI'm a Bengali. Bengalis are those unique creatures from the "Mamata fighting CIPM" land, who possess some typical characteristics which distinguish them from the rest of the crowd. Not the typical red bordered white saree clad women as shown on the television, nor the jostling at the fish shops. Bengalis have certain certain cells in their grey matter, that dictates their behaviour in the spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-38765620964719298752010-03-16T22:06:00.000+05:302010-03-16T22:06:09.372+05:30How I met "Him" - Final PostWarning: Keep expectations low from this post.
Wanted to go to the temple this morning but postponed tentatively till..............Today is Ugadi, local festival in Karnataka. We've got a holiday and have lots of outdoor plans for the day, so thought of scribbling the post in the morning.
So.....what happened next.................
We went in Sahib Sind Sultan. Friends and colleagues who havespontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-77798287127177816012010-03-14T21:45:00.000+05:302010-03-14T21:45:38.008+05:30How I met "Him" - 2I'm in mixed mood today. Pissed off because I've charred my mushroom curry and struggled for 2 hours to solidify a batter to call it pudding. On the other hand , happy and exhilarated as Kolkata Knight Riders have won their second match in IPL 3. With Dada (Saurav Ganguly) hitting a eyecandy sixer over long on has added to my elation.
Well readers... let's continue what happened next from the spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-70033813903036678542010-03-10T00:36:00.004+05:302010-03-11T21:46:02.734+05:30How I met "Him"It has been more than a year. To be precise, 1 year and 8 days since we've met for the first time. We refers to me and my husband (the then prospective groom.Couldn't disclose my experiences then, since our marriage bells could not be heard. But now after year, let me recall how it all happened...Pardon my poor memory which acts as villain in most occasions when I am to dust my memories.It was a spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-30941835379994144312010-02-24T21:32:00.003+05:302010-02-24T21:44:55.811+05:30Cacophony to whispersMy previous post attracted a lot of junk comments, I don't know why?? Perhaps the title did the trick. Never mind.I'm bored.Bored of taking rest. My recurring fever adds to the anguish. I've got pharyngitis. That is upper throat infection. My cacophony has been cut down to whispers. With occasional strikes of cough and choked nose has made my life much more difficult. Now you would say, what's a spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-44646462023544996782010-01-26T07:50:00.005+05:302010-01-31T20:25:26.422+05:30Life after marriageIt has been a long time since I've written the last post. I was on the verge of a new beginning. Those who know me personally already knows what I'm talking about. For those who don't, let me tell you that I've got married. This is the new beginning of my life. By the way, let me tell you that ours is an arranged marriage (turned love marriage :P).People say that life has not changed after spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-47642751210143418592009-08-13T14:59:00.003+05:302009-08-13T15:26:24.488+05:30AwakenedThe bright beam of sunlight made its way through my eyelids. But it didn't hurt me. It was not that scorching as I had thought. The world around me is getting much more clearer now. I have started stepping out of my dreamland. It's only that, it took me 24 years to be awakened. Perhaps , I didn't want myself to be awakened before. I feared the scorching heat outside. People around me, who cared spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-16036079240739060442009-07-09T12:02:00.005+05:302009-07-09T12:17:02.626+05:30Heart vs Mind
<!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> "I can't live without you" says my heart "Why can't I?" says my mind
"I want to meet you" says my heart "Ignore" says my mind
"I want to talk to you" prompts my heart "Put the phone back" shouts my mind
"I want to listen to you" urges my heart "Why should I?" dictates my mind
"I want to carespontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-81697438182439167402009-01-18T13:01:00.003+05:302009-01-18T13:38:41.279+05:30We...You may call me selfish and self-centered. I can sleep peacefully when my fellow countrymen suffer at the other corner. I belong to that group of citizen who keep an eye on the daily news on the newspaper and shed some word or two in consolation and analysis. Perhaps avoid reading and listening to them when the massacre is too bloody. Their pain and tears doesn't pierce my heart. Their loss spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-56795781108805344912009-01-04T14:24:00.010+05:302009-01-04T16:34:10.807+05:30Matlab,... too good....-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Words seemed to have abandoned me. As if I've lost my voice. Heart seemed to have stopped beating. For I couldn't feel it beating except for some occasional irregular bounces. I realized perhaps I've forgot to close my mouth for it was open ajarspontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-84692084251863637182008-12-27T15:08:00.002+05:302008-12-27T15:37:25.057+05:30An evening with Shahrukh KhanThere are certain things which I want to do before I die. Some sort of "Bucket List" , you can say. If the title of this post prompts you to think that I want to spend an evening with Shahrukh Khan, then you are mistaken.My wishes are not that difficult to fulfil. I just want to watch a Shahrukh Khan movie in a theatre. You must be thinking, how can this be someones dream? it's such a regular spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-82610495103376893162008-11-07T18:36:00.013+05:302008-11-11T19:35:14.706+05:30First StepThick fog blurred the vision and choked breath. There was no sign of it thinning out. Only a sliver of light managing its way through the thick blanket raised hope. I waited to feel the warm and glow of the source of light ever since I've been entangled in this fog. Time passed by and the sliver now turned to prominent ray penetrating through the fog to fill me with its divine intensity.......spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-54606916310336201122008-08-23T18:16:00.009+05:302008-08-23T21:43:39.039+05:30Mirrored YouThe mirror never tells what you actually are.The mirror never reflects what you feel.The mirror never shows your golden heart.Then why do you believe that the image in the mirror is you.The mirror only shows what want you to becomeThe mirror tells you that you are still not perfectBut it never prompts that no one can be perfectThen why do you believe that the image in the mirror is you.The mirrorspontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886215127961641770.post-44632149355546347102008-07-13T13:46:00.002+05:302008-07-13T14:03:44.922+05:30Being InvisibleI was just beside you whenyou wanted to share your happiness.But you never realized.I was just there,when you invited others to your party.But you never missed my presence.I was just next to you,with wet eyes waiting for your soft words.But my tears never touched you.I was just there whenyou wanted someone to hold your hand.But you never reached out for.I was always around you,but you never felt spontaneous and random thought processorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08610293466836178974noreply@blogger.com8