Wake up...

Free from the cobwebs of melancholic life
Dreaming my days in prairie and nights in prom,
I woke up rejuvinated one fine morning
Feeling how big and beautiful life is.
It was then that i realized,
My hands had shot up as if a nemesis
And it's time to leave my dishevelled bed!

Shadows drown our empty hearts
As love is fading in the darkest corners.
All that we are, we aren't saying
And, all the things we care ends in 'me'.
Humming the old tunes of misery and hapless genre,
We seek solace and sympathy.
Tearing our clothes apart and honking on the roof
We condemn Past and justify Redemption.
But...
What about NOW?
What about this very moment of truth?
Is there nothing you can do,
To change?
To craft destiny?
To damn the wisdom in you and do the new?
To love?
Just for once, now....

Come again, did you tell me the story?
The story of the unknown, the ideal, the impossible?
Can't we live our stories right here today?
See, the rains pour over your souls,
As you are washed away of your deepest secrets,
And your're drenched in the wettest of ascetism.
So, just clutch those fingers
And let go of all your egoism
For the joyride of Resuscitation, Realization and Rejuvination.
Just go and paint the towns in your colours!

So wake me up when spring comes...
When the heart is back in place,
When logic is drowned in the rivulet of emotions,
When everything we do is not for a reason,
When it wouldn't take a trumpet
To stir us from our places,
And when all this doesn't seem an obnoxious nonsense!

one day...

there is just so many things around to write. the ubiquitous presence of someone invisible, the hearty feelings, the warm effervensence of the perfume, the longing feeling of love-in-making....love has always been around. my reflection follow me, just me and my shadow. life is a short, messy thing and noone comes out alive. everyone drowns in the yearning feeling of love and till the day the belief wets you, you are very much alive. people lose and cry for the things they have lost and wisdom and you part ways for the darkish dawn. but trust me, one day will come...one day will come....

one day we will throw the umbrella and dance in the rain till we are drenched in friendship. one day we will meet in the spring of fortune and fate, one day we will fulfill all our desires to usher love. one day there would be a reason to sing again and then call out your name just for the fun of it. one day i will not sleep looking at your beautiful eyes fidgeting in the unknown dreams. one day you will realize that afterall the end of the world lies in your friends and you will repent for what you have done. those memories will make you yearn for more and the symphony of heart will fall in tune with realities of life. you will not believe how beautiful life is and all you have done is tie and untie the thin threads of realtionship. i sometimes wish life was like photoshop where i can cut, copy, paste, edit and color every single flashes of memories as i wish. the unpresidented forces of a divided world would always haunt us but am i the only one to feel that the series of events is brazenly wrong? some ugly spirits, some misunderstandings, soem ego and some stubbornness is all it takes...

a million shrouds or an invisibility cloak will take you nowhere other than an illusionary world where you feel noone can see you the way you are...naked shadows will reveal the brightness and darkness in you! love or hate it, everybody will see the jewel in you. so just forget about the shrouds and cloaks n remember noone s so great as to be able to spoil your mood. close your eyes, see the flash of light far ahead and try to imagine how many miles you have got to go to reach there. under the velvet sky are some special hands just for you and all almighty wants is for you to stretch your hand to those and never let go. cuz it takes just a moment for those hands to disappear in the dim light and you will be alone again. we choose our destiny.

when the lights go fading i am here for you. when there is no1 you can fall back upon i am here for you. when life looks an ugly mess and you feel the things in the vicinity fights you i am here for you. when the yells and fingers faze your spirit i am here for you. i am here for you...

sands of time slips...

u must have very well heard about the phrase and maybe also shrugged at the ugly prospects of it, but one thing you just can't do is testify its denial. its one of those hideous truths we prefer to close our eyes to. times change, auras change, perspectives change, and with it you change. the only question remains is, whether its for yr likeness or for real!!! you must have seen two kids strolling aimlessly hand in hand in a park. haven't you ever imagined you being one of them? hasn't the feeling of envy soaked you wet? haven't you ever felt loads of love inside waiting to be ushered on someone special, sharing ice creams, talking something as irrelevant as a candy not been given just for some extra nap time, abusing mommy for that and wishing for a more lenient one. the same two kids grow big and before they realize, those "losers" start calling them grown-ups, and then there are those "wannabes" who say they are cooler and hotter than them!!! like a black out, the kids are found dumb-struck to the yelling noises of the vicinity and gives in to the excruciating demands of "reality"!!! in a nutshell, this is a small anecdote of "slipping time".

okay. here goes. young innovative minds deserving much more than a stupid little college not even worth deir shit, are beckoned to realize the ugly truth of life. while having dreams of a premier institute like the IITs and the NITs and the likes of BITS and VELLOREs every night, they face the ugly reality the next morning. but sure, that never stopped them from dreaming; now for a better future. not sure about how to project oneself, making hell of a gaucherie of personality, and honing the goody-goody avatar, they try living a new-found existance. they are brave, care-a-damn and most significantly genuine kinda person. they are friendly[or, pretentiously so], lively and sensitive to the emotions of others. but there is something that goes on within which they have no clue of; a enigmatic network of feelings going on, which makes few so true friends that they make each other soulmates and few moment living in their world of non-chalance. every feeling has its reasons and eventualities.

well like all good times, these come to an end. they are filled with wisdom, knowledge and experience, and then, they feel, afterall they deserve to be better dressed, better projected, more acknowledged and respected "for what i am". i can still remember the times when calling a friend wrong, and apologising wasn't so hard. i remember the times when i didn't have to think a thousand times what to say when, whether it has any unsaid evil implications or whether it would hurt someone's emotions, simply because you know afterall you would be understood. the comments were existant then too, jus that i didn't feel the tinge of hatred and anger in them. when someone speaks, is it the real person, or the halo of the someone floating over the person's head? it's difficult to make out, even if you are a adroit examiner of human minds. the most irritating part is the thought that comes to my mind when i ask someone's help.am i being manipulative?am i doing all this just because he is of use to me right now? because i can see that happening around me!!! thinking....thinking...thinking....what the f***!! have i no other job to do? is this really f***ing worth it? so, these feelings die away enroute and in this infinite cycle, here is the moment of feeling lost and drowning in ecstasy. happiness is the only indespensable part of life. the rest can go to hell!!!

being single...

as da breeze of freash air pamper n kiss ma face i almost feel the benign presence of warmth around me, a credence of hope, ecstacy in my mind n a benevolent spirit yearnin to b free! i c faces, known n unknown go pass me, sm ahead n sm behind, bt m fyn wid myself n few ppl around me, helpin me feelin ME. i am not alone. smtyms, in the macrocosm of lunatic voices around, one fails to notice da concerning yells of the heart n wen dat happens, at the end of the road one finds darkness n confusion ahead n so gives up! but dats nt the way m feelin ryt nw. m all 2 wise fr dat. so, as i sit bak to wonder wat has made the difference, among all da blurring thots, da one dat seems pellucid s dat i am single. yeah, dats wat i said, i am f***ing SINGLE, baibey!

hey, don get me wrong. all dose charming definitions of luv u give me...m fyn wid dat. n also, dis doesn tk way any wisdom from da fact dat luv s life, dat luv changes u, me, everybdy, dat wid luv u truely understand da virtue of happiness, gives a sholder 2 cry, company to laf, blah blah...

i don possess da merit to belittle nebdy bt surely, do hav da courage n will 2 elucidate wat i believe. SINGLE- doesn onle mean bein a philander ogling at the gal in white t n blue jeans showin off her curves n a cute face wid long hairs, standin next to u, den flirtin wid her, okay if she falls for da trap, else havin wild dreams of her n searchin fr a new gal nxt de. no, dat's not dat. its much more dan dat. its abt da freedom. u don need to care fr nebdy, please nebdy, answer nebdy or hide nething. one fine mornin, i yelled at my own mom cuz she tried to belittle my romantic feelings. i hv seen dad's eyes of concern, distrust n confusion. n no matter hw good a son i try to b today, i cn neva change dose des. perhaps, dose des wre the impetus of change- change fr good. today, its altogeder a different scene. its lyk once bit, one hundered n one tyms shy. all dat matters s dat u'r happy. u wake up every morning, experimenting wid yrself, trying smthing new, not thinkin abt wat ne1 wud say. ur all for yrself. if u cant guarentee dat u ll b happy n b responsible fr wat u did everytym, hw can u make oders happy or tk da responsibility of sm1 else? n neways, hw can u nt get bored of seeing da same gal ova n ova again,everyde....Imagine! i c ppl carrying a tag in deir forehead, falling fr deir juggling thots of novice luv, makin a mess of things n losin deir rational mind....n i kinda feel pity fr dem. no, i don believe dat m not vulnerable myself. sm evenings wen things don go ryt, i sit wid my frenx tokin abt hw i wished i hd sm1 special to share my feelings, my joys, my sorrows, my achievements n my embarressments. bt few minutes l8r, i realise dat i ws doin jus dat. n dere r nt 1 bt many of dem.

well, m all 2 worthless at dis gals-department. i do a gaucherie of things, not knowing wat's on deir minds, wat to do wen, n wat de want to hear. so, i jus raise my hands n say," i give up!" Sigmund Frued once said," The best way n the only way to understand girls is by LISTENING to them." bt sigmund sir, dats again a problem, isn it? hehe...

m kinda homesick...

My shadow s way 2 fidgety, desperately yearnin 2 b free n smtyms annoyingly yells at me to shun my considerate n foolishly emotion-paralysed self. tym n again, i grab its ears n drag it bak to consciousness showin who's da boss around here! yet dis tym i wantd a cmpany n so askd hm 2 brng its ears closer so dat i cud tell hm smthng in secret. he does n den i whisper,"hey buddy, don tell dis to nebdy bt m kinda homesick!" a familiar voice answers me,"dude,dats 2 obvious.do u really believ v didn know?" i turn bak n c so many beautiful faces...frenx,family,relatives n many faces i didn even recoognise. am i dis naive at my privacy? doesn ne1 not noe dat m homesik? i felt embarressd. i yelld bak," don answer me bak, u nerds....grrh!!"

everytym wen m abt to go hm frm hostl frenx get me grounded n treat me lyk a baby born jus yesterde goin to cuddle up mommy in slo mo wen i reach hm lik dose old bollywood movies n lick lollypops sleepin on mommy's lap! suddenly dis makes me nostalgic. now as i sleep wid mom in da sm bed, i put my hands behind my head n resuscitate old kiddo des wen i used to sleep wid mom n dad. one leg stretchd to agra n oder kanyakumari, hands formin a viel to mommy's protruded belly,saliva makin da cushion wet n yawning as if angels demselves r embracing wid persian white peacock's feathers,least cared abt wat tomorrow brings...few minutes of mommy's aroma n da little kid s sleepin-dead!

bt dis moment nw,dis feeling i hv ryt nw, s smthng i perhaps cannot xplain. it smhw feels da same hw i did wen i missd home at hstl. am i missing hstl? v gossip,v complain, v curse,v abuse, v go on strike....on hstl food, water, rooms, electricity, da underconstruction building. v yell at our frenx wen room looks messed up, realising deep down dat no1 s no less responsible dan v ourselves, yell at bathrooms," abe saaley, undar naha hi raha hai ya aur kuch? ghar basana hai kya undar?", abuse silently while jus entering da loo flushing, 'dese filthy guys ll neva change! chi..." believ me, if u hv stayed in a hstl, u cn stay newhere. absolutely ANYWHERE!!!

bt all said n done, ders no bettr place dan a Hostel. seems wierd naa? i ll tell u y. or perhaps u noe it, dont u? FRIENX... its bcuz wen u sleep cuddling smbdy, u bcum a kiddo n da rest remains da sm. da legs, hands, sleeping-dead part, nt one changes. bcuz wen u cry, sm1 cries 2, bcuz wen u laf, u r neva da onle 1, no mattr hw foolish yr joke mayb, dose helpin hands, dose teasing, pleasing n all....every feeling wich onle a hostleite cn feel, cn understand. Hip hip hooray!!!

yeah it definitely makes sense, me missing smthing. surely, i missed home wen i ws at hstl. nw i am missing hstl wen i am home. or, is it dat m always missing home wen i am home. read home as home or home as hostel. its all da same!!!

i burn da languages to ashes...

i hav neva been a pigeon caged. ryt from ma birth i hav been a hell lotta places, seen a rainbow of ppl, been thru a summersaultin experiences of joy n disgust, played da part of a ametuer damning frivolous customs n da wisdom personified in making compromises, been in love n made sm amazin frenx. deres absolutely nothin more ne1 can aspire fr, in order to b wise while xperiencing new ppl. at da height of it all i was picked by ma tender legs n thrown away in da plc i am nw[hehe, no offence to da plc i am ryt nw]. n believ me if i cud b in such places m sure i wont mind stayin newhere in ma future.

one thing i hv learnt frm my experience so far s very crucial. i can sum it up in one line[ dat is if it fits..]in 2de's world, u jus cant tk a pic of a place n say dis s Orissa, or West bengal, or Mumbai. nothin or nobdy can represent a complete state or country. bt dis thot s wat s playin hide n seek in my mind. wen i c shiv sena in da news makin all da news n suddenly australia n pakistan n all da world s tain notice of dis shity crap herd of pigs[ thank god m nt a celebrity huh!!!] i feel hw meek n hapless v r. i am...

lucky r ppl who manage to b at deir birthplace fr a real long tym. fr me it was smthing i was tot since my birth to answer ma birthplc as bhilai,chattisgarh even tho as a sml kiddo i dn hv many memories in ma mind oder dan da moments de froze me n i gav a cute look at dose amazingly weird lenses. learnt telegu in vishakapatnam widout havin it as my course subject, learnt bengali as a course subject wich i struggled crawlin past da pass mark, learnt pure hindi in bokaro. well mumbai didn teach me ne language bt it did teach me so many oder things n nw dat i am in durgapur i realize da world s aftrall round!

few des bak i went to restaurant to order fr sm dish. confident dat i still hv da touch of da xquisite bengali i had durin dose 7 long years in durgapur in da past[ even did a bengali drama in a live stage!!! oh, who says being proud s a crime!!! chuk it, i am!] i opened ma mouth to speak. lik sm1 had pushed tar dowm my throught, i felt choked. i babbles smthin in bengali. da gracious person understood bt it was den i realized hw things change.few more des here n i wud mess ma little bit oriya i hav learnt in one year. ppl feel m a oriya-wannabe goddammit.hehe....wen i used to mingle sambalpuri oriya in hmm...[wat do i call dis oriya den!!! ok..if dis s pure oriya i mingle it wid sambalpuri oriya i speak at hm], smiles flashed wide in da faces around me. i felt cute to makin oders smile, i felt abused at my orientation, i felt as a martyr fightin languages...

well as fr me i wud make do wid english, hindi n cruked versions of few languages[ few des n ll master it n u cn dare me at dis!] bt dis s nt da issue. da issue s abt da pre-conceived notion in few ametuer minds abt da validity of a person in a state based on da languages he/she noes. hw far can v blame parties lik shiv sena if v dn hav strong principles ourselves. i noe ma words dn mean a thing bt i hv been welcm wid open arms whereva i hv gone bt it sure s jus a person's experiences. dere r many more!!! n things r changing...wen hv v eva seen debates on languages aftr da partition. v jus cant club all ppl in one n say de r so-n-so.

a special thanx here to all da amazing ppl i hv encountered in da past n toleratin my hybrid forms of deir mothertongue wid a smile. bt frankly i wish ma oriya doesn improve ne more dan wat s imperative cuz i don wanna be a jack of all languages n den, more importantly hp u ll rem'ber me fr da hybrid forms i spoke ryt?

why is moon sobing?

it was a news as wierd as snails jumping, as winnin of indian cricket team, as salman khan gettin married or pehaps as studies in hostel....ok dats enuf nw i guess!!hehe...wat i was talkin abt is the trace of water dat our very own ISRO's Chandrayaan got durin its lunar expedition. jus few des aftr all India held a candle mourning the early demise of the first indian lunar mission and questioning the reasons behind it, India became the first nation even b4 NASA to prove a possibility of human existance on moon. it sounds gr8 doesn it? but hav v eva imagined y it has bcum so indespensable to divorce our own planet to take respite at sm oder land? it sounds all so obsolete talking about helping Earth live, bt can v jus let it be? vilify her, trivialize her, run her down, bt Mother Earth is perhaps yelling foul at us. if moon had life, she wud hav surely had tears trikling down her cheeks swearing her bad luk. couldnt dese jerks noe abt it some years later? dese humans can gab about how beautiful i am onle bcuz m so far away. fr dese nerds, its " wateva!!" deir romance can twist n turn about bringin some oder planet down to deir land jus fr da fake sake of deir ummmua-girl but cant i be left alone? "chand mein daag" wudn b a distant imagination in a few decades. believe me, it wud not b nething near to that!!!

so wat can v do? nothin if u say, everything if u say. being righteous s wat ppl say a herculean task bt nothing comes widout a cost. if ders ne reason fr our existance on this planet, its this!!! and talkin abt consequences, neways u jus hav 2 options- dying here on earth or dying there on moon. can v jus show da nexgen how beautiful our Earth is?

hOsTel lYf...

it's fun to shut away the wise-say about relations & noble words lik "Motivation", "Learning" n "Personality" dat da OB mam babbles along in her self-authoritive symphony. nebdy who tries to endorse wat she says abt her lessons of lyf(or,wateva it is!) is tagged shruggingly as a "loner"! i still rem'ber us talkin crap abt Motivation in organisations n arguing wat s hypocritically believed. in the end of the story, v totally manipulated the very meaning of it.

and it is onle an instance of the entire theory. given da oppurtunity, i wud neva whisk away a chance to call relations fake n all its rudiments a mere falacy. hav v lost the touch? da very feeling of caring fr sm1, trusting sm1, loving sm1...one page of "Alchemist" states dat if a real alchemist is cornered by sm dacoits n asked to giv away all he has, and da alchemist shows a stone n a bottle of blue liquid calling it the "The Phillosopher's Stone" n "The Elixir of Life", the dacoits laughed it away n let him go thinkin him to b as pathetic as them. A genuine help is scrutinised as to wat its "different angle" may b. suddenly, austerity seems fake.

Hostel lyf s all 2 casual n frivolous to consider da heavy ideologies of lyf. it nullifies all da shit u learnt since u wre a kiddo in skul and teaches new principles wich r 2 complicated to think abt. u learn da true meanin of frenship n i heard dis tag frm a very noble person[excuse me?]..." it's U versus every1 else!" crackin jokes n playin pranks in hostel s jus abt everyde business. its nothing heartfelt stuff, bt a wierd urge to rack our brains into illogical imaginations. reality s miles away, bt really, who cares? alls fine, until it can fuck time away, trying to brush away da nothingness of a hostel lyf. it's da transformed personality fr dat very moment. the trick in da tale s dat hw u cn manage dese multiple personalities.then, one de u decide dat u gotta change,lik a drastic step....turn ova a new leaf from dis de n dat all dat happened was an good-bad past. wat amazes me s how fast dis cycle repeats itself!!!

wat say abt our desi lingo...simple language s passe^ n the more complicated jargon,da bettr! Swearin snt hideous smtimes. fr yr trivia jus chek out- "mandu">a gal bcums "mandu" fr her looks n aura even b4 da guy talks to her. had de been all fr real, it wud hav been easily the breedin ground fr Ekta Kapoor's soaps. n anoder s "nungu"> a guy talks to a gal fr a gud 15 mins in isolation n "nungu" s a word dat he can't even find in a dictionery!

neways m hm n it feels different. earlier it was home where i felt curbed n hostel a free lyf bt nw...i feel jus da opposite. dunno y...

high tym v hav a Sach ka Saamna...

The Polygraph or the allegedly called lie-detector test is basically a combination of medical devices that are used to monitor changes occurring in the body. As a person is questioned about a certain event or incident, the examiner looks to see how the person's heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate and electro-dermal activity (sweatiness, in this case of the fingers) change in comparison to normal levels. Fluctuations may indicate that person is being deceptive. Spies are probably the world's best liars, because they have to be, but most of us practice deception on some level in our daily lives, even if it's just telling a friend that his horrible haircut "doesn't look that bad." the trained examiner, who is sometimes called a forensic psychophysiologist (FP) monitors three essential biological parameters-Respiratory rate, Blood pressure/heart rate, Galvanic skin resistance (GSR)[sweat in the body]. The actual exam is given. The examiner asks 10 or 11 questions, only three of four of which are relevant to the issue or crime being investigated. The other questions are control questions. A control question is a very general question, such as "Have you ever stolen anything in your life?"

Detractors of the polygraph call lie detection a voodoo science, saying that polygraphs are no more accurate at detecting lies than the flip of a coin. "Despite claims of 'lie detector' examiners, there is no machine that can detect lies," reads a statement from the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU). "The 'lie detector' does not measure truth-telling; it measures changes in blood pressure, breath rate and perspiration rate, but those physiological changes can be triggered by a wide range of emotions." To counter the polygraph test is as easy as developing a breathing strategy, thinking about something frightening/exciting, biting your tongue to have the blood flowing upwards, inserting a nail at the toe-end of your shoes and contracting your anal sphincter muscle when a control question is asked during the examination.

After Samajwadi Party MP Kamal Akhtar and some BJP supporters raised in Parliament that Star Plus' reality show Sach Ka Saamna should be banned because it is encouraging vulgarity, embarrassing family audiences and destroying Indian culture, the Information and Broadcast ministry sent a legal notice to the channel, asking them to defend the show. Which brings to the fore a burning question: Are we as a society still scared to talk openly about certain supposedly 'taboo' issues that most people face in their everyday lives? And is doing that going to destroy Indian culture?

Our culture is so diverse and there are so many facets. But everything gets politicised without understanding this.There are shows we don't like. Why do we have to ban something if we don't approve of it? if it were so, many if not all the men would first scoul over banning the daily soaps or the parents would have a wicked smile in their faces when they ban their adolescent son's favorite ftv "latenight haute" shows. The format of the show is such that questions are bound to be extremely personal. So does the family audience cringe when Vinod Kambli is asked if he has cheated on his wife or when Urvashi Dholakia is asked if she was asked to leave school because she was pregnant? If so, then why are they watching the show at all? Whoever is coming on the show knows exactly what they are doing. And people watch these shows because humans have a vicarious psychology.

Personally, i don mind watching the show if i don have any more intriguing things at the same hour. Who cares if someone s a henpecked husband or feels humiliated if his sister marries someone from other religion. It's their problem, not mine. In all the questions, we miss the advertisements cuz v skip onto some other channel in the meantime. So the channel is earning, maybe the pitiable jerk giving the "agnee pariksha" is earning[ it seems he is being given lollipop when he is asked, "kya aap agle sawaal mein jaana chahte hain?" n he saying with a wry smile,"haan"], so what? Cumon ppl, can we grow up now!!!

Gosh,dis one is for u...

"We are going to shirdi dis saturde!" dad announced as he came from office one evening. i was busy watching tom n jerry n it was onle aftr he said it fr da second tym did i giv a wats-so-exciting-abt-it look to him. i had heard b4 abt da plannin of going fr once-in-a-lifetym xperience to da sai baba temple at shirdi dat week. perhaps dad xpected it, so he went inside to tell mom abt it. i had a coaching class on sunde n i had told mom dat m nt interested. onle i did noe dat it was a pathetic xcuse!!!! bt after mom's assiduous braggin aftr a family trip n her phillipics abt hw lazy i had bcum, i ws inevitably ready to go. i knew dere wud hardly b nething memorable abt it oder dan sleeping in a diff bed oder dan mine!!!!

Dad,mom,di n maself alongwid a driver startd off late afternoon wid our stuffs including a pair of dress fr a day,sm eatables,sm toilet stuffs n oder mommy's few stuffs. v hoped to reach shirdi dat evening n plan out our next de abt visiting da famous[i havta confess i hadn heard abt it b4] signapur[lord shani temple] n trembakeshwar temple[a twelve shivlinga ancient temple near nasik]. v started off jovially taking da mumbai-pune xpress highway in da way n in da midway v planned to take da way to signapur.dat meant perhaps v wud b in a hotel late night in shirdi. Signapur s all abt a sacred rock dat fell from da sky n people believe it resembles lord shani. houses here don hav a door or a window cuz people believe dat nobody steals nething fr da fear of lord shani. eventho v did find sm doors, we reasoned it more so fr privacy!!! i did hav a quesn tho, "arent dere ne banks down here?" i realized it was a foolish quesn even b4 i got ma answer. v bought da puja stuffs n gav a person in red dhoti to pour oil on da sacred rock, n den v wre off. wen v reached shirdi it ws 12.00 midnite. aftr chekin da shirdi trust lodge wich wre full booked n sm 4-bed rooms v atlast brought aur baggages to a room as big as ma studyroom. mom was fascinated at da prospect of buying a plot out here n givin rooms to gullible tourists lik v wre den in rent at 500 bucks a nite. it was nite 1'o clock wen v went in search fr our dinner. people told us to run b4 da hotels close down n v had to do xactly dat,running helter-skelter from one hotel to oder. v ended up sitting alongside a street stalls n eating pav-bhaaji. a renouned scholar once said, a person can sleep wid snake-bitten bt not hungry. i alone ate 7-8 pavs. jus wen all dat v wre thinkin abt was a gud nite sleep to wake up fresh early mornin fr da 5 am aarti in da temple, da thelewalaa told us dat ppl may hav already started standin in line fr da aarti. mom n di wre absolutely freaked out. it ws jus 1.30 in da morning, if atall u call dat so!!! yet dad was stern on attending da aarti. he said, "v hav cum here not to sleep. c...rnt v lucky enuf to get a room n den to eat stomach-full late in dis nite?lets get fresh n move out."

so after wettin ourselves in da room's bathroom, wid heavy weight tied down on aur eyes v set out fr da temple. i saw di sleep on ma shoulder,mom hanging sideways fr a short nap n dad using up dis tym to finish up his daily routine of reading hanuman chalisa while on da line. as fr me, i was busy appreciatin maself at keepin ma eyes wide open n helpin di on ma shoulder. i m a hostelite aftrall!!! every min seemed lik an hour fightin wid sleep. at nearabt 4 am ppl wre allowed to enter da hall of da temple. me n dad wre togeder n wre lucky enuf to b in da hall jus wen da aarti commensed. it was easy to fall prey to da charm of da holistic,spiritual n pure atmosphere of da hall. it was huge. atleast more dan 750 lucky ppl wre dere in da hall. wen da slokas started in da LCD screens, all da energy dipped. while majorly following da slokas, eyes wre givin up to sleep, searchin fr watch once every few minutes n scannin da faces in da vicinity jus to get sm condolance. it went on for 20-30 min. after da close darshan of da sai baba, v wre done wid it. amazingly,sai baba used to pray in a masjid yet he neva believed in religion, poor yet neva stoppd begging, simple man yet neva stopped enlightenin everyone with his sheer benevolence n heavenly blessings. he knew wen,where n how he was gonna die.

ven v reached Trembakeshwar Temple, it was 3 pm on sunde. after standin in da line fr nearly 2 hours, again i was destined to enter da temple hall wid dad. dis s where ma tour bcame memorable. u c our family s a brahmin,orthodox,spiritual n hugely superstitious one. ma dad doesn do a thing widout da consent of god.wen nething goes unplanned he blames himself not being worthy of god's blessings. wen smthing goes rite he thanx god fr being so kind. unlike ne1 in ma family, to let go of all pride, to surrender your soul to god n to sit bak n let da good god rule ova da proceedings s an alien idea to me. unquestionably m athiest n i do believ dat nothing in dis world s possible widout god's blessings. yet m a person who wud perhaps forget to say da gayatri mantra eleven tyms for finishing up a small portion left ova in da dying minutes to xam, feel lazy wen told to giv evening prayer wich mom does everyde, perversely ignore dad's unending wise talks abt god, giv a damn to da shaliks i saw in ma way to xam or abash someone who stands in da road waiting fr me to walk da road where a black cat jus crossed ova!!! i believe in da genuinity in da person within no matter wat. i maself don sit n pray everyde,mayb twice,thrice or more in a week. i do rem'ber god wen i feel lonely, unconfident or in trouble. bt i prefer praising maself fr pulling off smthing dan showerin all da credit to god!!!

dats y wen i was in da temple hall i lowered ma head n prayed fr a long tym out dere,i felt smthing i neva did. wen dad told me to surrender everything out dere n beg fr mercy fr all da sins i did, i realized everybody must b appreciated as to how he sees god n how he want god to help him. i wud always feel wierd wen dad talks wid me dis way but i noe m a believer n dats all dat matters. i wud always question god's existance wid ma frenx n scientific reasoning to da rituals, bt deep within i m all yours!!!!

in da way bak, v saw sm fantabulous landscapes n i saw everybody dozing off, yet i loved every moment of da ride wide-eyed. yet now m about to doze off!!!

say,"Good night!!!" may god bless all living being on dis planet n show all a bright,prosperous n delightful morning. Amen!!!!

read n say," Wat a crap!"

it takes jus a smile, a cute facial texture, a hazy blue eyes, long hair cascading thru til her curvy hips, long slender legs to woe a man's heart out. they say, "Wat gud is a women's dress if it doesn make a man urge to open it up." neva mind da "hard" feelings its all abt soft love inside. da love within dat says to giv in, to lose it all without flicker of a thought about da wise sayings of da elders abt how unforgiving destiny is, to break free of all dose shackles dat v had ever been since tym immemorial, da feeling of damning all around, to be confy wid wateva v r, wateva v hav, to b home.....

its da feeling of bein hypocritic, perverse....darn it!!! wat gud s gud if dats nt xactly wat u wanna b. how bad s bad if no1 noes wat u wanna. its dem who dont let a chance slip to point deir blood-dipped filthy fingers at ya. it stinks to b where ur...cum out of da room n to c hw gracious da almighty is. hw sad v cant c. v close our eyes n believ no1 s seein us. cumon lifs simple isn it? so clutch da pretty tiny fingers n let her tk u thru a ride...a ride of realization, of da place unknown, unseen, unimagined. da warmth, da solace, da feeling to wish to hold yr breath, da adolescent mind begging fr one last tym to keep clutching fr all da seconds u held.its da feeling, wen v find ourselves in da tedium of metropolitan lyf, of some1 to say,"its lyf...snt bed of roses.", da feeling, ven v somewhere realize a lacuna in our social lyf, of some1 sayin "m here,honey.", da feeling, ven v find ourselves in da plethora of problems wich pushes our hands up, of some1 sayin "no matter wat, m wid ya...", da feeling ven da fist r pumped up amatuerishly, inconsiderately and uncharacteristically to land on some1 to bring him rite down at da floor, of some1 sayin "cumon...let it b.", da feeling, ven happy moments feel lik a dream, of some1 sayin "lets liv it." and da feeling, ven things get wacky of some1 sayin "lets get naughty...".

lyfs abt making choices n nt lookin bak...so wats da choice dat ur makin 2de? i hv made a choice 2...stop dis crap nw!!!

chekin out.....[r u sayin, "booooooooooooooooooooooo...."?hehe...]

play dumb...keep yr brains off

heres sm smartass stuffs i found out recently...chek it out!!!


..Girls have an unfair advantage over men: if they can't get what they want by being smart, they can get it by being dumb. -Yul Brynner

..My girlfriend told me that she was seeing another man. I told her to rub her eyes. -Emo Philips

..I`ve reached the age where the happy hour is a nap.

..Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

..I once heard two ladies going on and on about the pains of childbirth and how men don't seem to know what real pain is. I asked if either of them ever got themselves caught in a zipper. -Emo Philips

..Some people pay a compliment as if they expected a receipt. - Kin Hubbard

..Sure, there's no 'i' in team, but there is an 'm' and an 'e'. -Kevin Meyers

..There are moments when everything goes well; don't be frightened, it won't last. -Jules Renard

..If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.

..You use an average of 43 muscles for a frown and you use an average of 17 muscles for a smile, and they say every two thousand frowns creates one wrinkle.

..The longest non-medical word in the English language is floccipausinihilipilification (29 letters), which means "the act of estimating as worthless."

..On the average a fart is composed of about 59% nitrogen, 21% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane, and 4% oxygen. Less than 1% is what makes them stink.

Pappu pass ho gaya...

while politicians debate on the future of our education system, this is a tribute to the unfortunate Student who grows up like a prisoner in Kala Pani. As long as he is studying, he is only a number. To the school,he is a roll number. To his parents, he is simply marks. To the college he seeks admission,he is a percentage. If papa is asked by a complete stranger about his beta, pat comes the reply:"He got 92 per cent in class 12 boards!" Thirty years later,this boards story is dangling from a crowded local in women gossips,wondering what was so great about getting 92 per cent. He feels like shouting at the crowd that is pushing him around - "Hey,watch it, buddy, I got 92 per cent in boards!" But chances are that he will be asked to shut up by the crowd - "So what if you got 92 per cent! We are all school dropouts and you're still stuck with us!"

He cant help but wonder why mama and papa ruined his childhood by burdening him with coaching classes, stop him from playing galli cricket and lock up the television set? "Go to your room and study the Pythagoras Theorem! You must come first in your class this year, beta." The kid goes to his room and studies the Pythagoras gibberish, completely oblivious of the fact that the Theorem can't teach him how to fix a flat tyre!

In fact, nothing he learns as a student equips him to deal with the realities of living. As he hangs from the crowded bus to his school,the student wondes about Trigonometry.He also realises about the reproductive system of a flower and the abdominal segment of a cockroach doesn't help him change a light bulb? Preparing for the competitive exams and their parents are risking enmity with their kid to flatter their neighbours by a shocking acheivement of their son, their consolence being that all they think about is their son's success n his long life. How desperately the kid want his parents to know that he wants to enjoy the small things of life. And at the end of the road, he is left with is guilt, apology to his parents and the tag of "Loser" stuck around his back!

On the other hand, as their son gets into secondary education, his parents wonder why he is taking longer to pass out than it takes them to repay the loan they took to put him on college! They are clueless when their son says he's taken a drop or has a backlog of last term's paper to clear! The parents learns much later in life that the word "failed" can be conveyed in many other ways.

When he survives the deadly world and reaches home, the student wonders why the government wants to scrap Class X board exams...Why not scrap the entire education system!

CET...[wat?]CET...[wat?]Darn it,don ask me again...its CETB!!!

a shaky start, a bit of homsikness, a bit of njoyin lyf wid ma company,maself. well dats lik wat sOmAn likes rite?

Day Zero n soman s on da stage baggin da limelite fr all sorts of reasons. And soman s here fr sittin on a "strike" on hostel matters. Dare s all he has, damn fukin man, dis soman. heart s all he has. the boys hostel warden s heated up n soman s suddenly worried abt wat he jus said. he becms a meek mouse jus aftr roarin lik tiger. he feels regret, a sense of anxiety n anger agaianst himself. wats da problem wid u, jerk? 4th years cm up to him fr his autograph, ofcours. "u cud do wat we cudn do in 4 damn years! Wow!" n soman s lik "sorry,bhaiya. i really mean dat!" has he eva been serious?

n soman cudn sleep da whole nite thinkin abt da gaffe he had commited even b4 puttin a singl step on da campus of CET by himself. Ab so saala raggin hoga apanka. waat lag gaya samajh. bt surprise,surprise....no1 tells him nething. instead, worse no1 speaks to him in his own class. c dere, dats da "striker"!!!! bt 5th Sept n all hell breaks loose. girl seniors find interest in him n da guys mak him dance[wen said he cant] lik crazy, mind u. n aftr carressin da lamb he ws taken 2 one corner!!!n den, wat else. Head down, face weepin[Weep? damn no...] n tryin to xplain politely dat he s sorry. n den aftr all da philipics comes da quesn," Wanna b da CR of da branch?" wat a small price, dude!!!!

n den, branchmates select him to really b da one. tho unofficially, he s da CR of I&E branch. guess da seniors don noe it n neither does Dr. BalliarSingh. Cuz i hv nt seen ne eyes bulgin out!!!!
Hostel s a heaven. havnt seen sucha place.firsttimer, soman did hv sm nerves n yet, he says to his mom, "No probs mom. Studyin day n nite. Guddy guddy branchmates n oders in da same room, all studious ones,clean loo widout ne broken doors. Rice n Dal rox! Sm day more dan 2 pieces chicken,sm day Egg curry wid as much curry given as askd fr, crispy chips, delicious veg. foods, unlimited onions, lemons, n salt. wat else do i need? wish dere wre no holides, mom!!!" n he can die to sleep on da soft pillow n bed wid PC,AC, mom, dad n di around. soman hs bcum suddenly, a changed man. he cn handle things fr himself. Oriya flung all around him[ wich s da fiercest weapon he hs had till present] lik arrows n he cant tackle it nemore. he wanna say, "Fuk man. bring it on nw. Few des, n i ll teach u sm new language." even da teachers babble on n on in oriya. Chemistry in oriya, Maths in oriya,....English in oriya.Believ it or nt, i hv learnt sm oriya letters in english class!!! ask soman in english n u ll get a english force fightin bak. English s here to stay n soman ll make sure. ofcourse, few ppl r wid him on dis holy mission.

Guys, College Lyf s here to stay!!!!!!!!


Footnote: Boy oh, boy!!! Mind yr steps n mind yr tongue. Dis blog nw belongs to da Mr. Fresher of I&E....[ Ravan ki hansi]

a journey of a lyftime...bak n ahead!

it was a memorable trip wid mom dad n di in a car all da way in da 3 hrs odd journey to DURGAPUR!!! it was aftr a pretty long tym dis. n den goin to derojeo path[our residence dere] n meetin our neighbours, da Big Bazaar n da Spencer...it seemed m at a altogeder new place. not to forget meetin ma frenx....it was jus a Wow! trip....Trips lik dese r so imp in da busy lives dat we hav dese des. its a break...n a nostalgia as well!

n aftr da break m busy again preparin fr ma college lyf...sm more ppl wid deir words hav left me in utter flounder.n wat can it b all about...raggin ofcours!!! well m nt frettin frankly. u jus need ter hav da basic things rite. don fake it...jus b real soman!!! u fidget n mess it up n da next thing is all around bouncin ova ya...so keep da takin da lime lite stuffs fr sm oder de....rite guys? bt da sOmAn s rite here baibey....hehe!!!

wishin fr a handsom raggin n sm gr8 seniors...n hey few frenx as well ofcourse!!!how flowery s ma world snt it? u havn seen it all guys!!!

We r indians....hav a "CHANGE"!!!

"Tum agar mujhko na chaho to koi baat nahi,tum agar kissi aur ko chahogi to mushkil hogi!"- Lalu

Wudn hav don so even if i had as disgustin xcuse as playin comp games bt wud ya beleiv it, it was da 1st tym i was viewin a full fledged parliamentary session frm da commensment till da end!!! n keep apart da whole controversy wich s gonna make headlines da next few des, i really njoyed it!!!da ultimate one stop show fr one n all, it was.startin frm few awesome speeches wid a tinge of tymly humour frm da one n only speaker, a reality show, a mommy's soap, a intellectual laughter show, a business show wid notes flung all around n finally a disgrace show fr da whole nation!!!!!!!

take a note of dis...don mistake sayin ne1 n every1 can tk da seat of a honorary position in da parliament,ie a Politician. it was one of da best debates i hav eva seen. Advani as a Leader of Opposition, was xceptionally gud at mockery n raisin jitters thru yr body wid fear n alarm at da passage of da controversial Nuke deal takin da PM on personally. Pranab Mukherjee was gud wid his cruked benglish bt was equally effectiv in defendin his side aftr a offendin stand taken by da erstwhile speeker Advani. Chidambaram's was a factually enlightenin n a gud speech wid consideration given to da technical aspects of da deal. fr me wat stood out was da speech of Rahul Gandhi. Takin da house's sentiment rite frm da scratch by speakin as a Indian rather a respectable leader of a political party, his instances of Sashikala m Kalavati [Kalavati...vati....vati....Mayavati...vita....vita - gr8 innovation if he had dis in mind!] wre very much ethical. he doesn exude enuf confidence rite now bt wat he does hav s dat grace wich s so much alarmingly abscondin in da politicians. no doubt he s a potential prime ministrial candidate. i specifically liked his thought of doin things widout da fear of its future consequences.wats next cn jus b sm1's guess bt all we can do s hav full faith in ourselves wen we tk a vital decision. until we xplore da unknown n unseen we jus cannot noe wats in our path.even if dre s a failure, cumon lick it!!! atleast liv it rather dan listenin abt it frm oders... damn g8 view man....We as citizens rnt newhere as intelleectual as our leaders n lets face it neither me nor you noe da details of da 123 Aggrement n Hyde Act. so lets leav it to dem....dats deir job! Comin bak to da speeches, Lalu's speech was uasually intellectual yet humourous.well we see da humour in things bt in da process miss da wild mockery he ushers on da opposition, da sootthin realisation-instigatin n warmly welcome of his former allies, da appreciation to his party leaders n most importantly his high intellect. Not to forget da adrenaline of Omar Abdullah....he was damn gud in da pressure he was in wen dere was total macchi-bazaar all around n da lady speeker who was equally passionate.

Wen i thought da game was nearin its end wid balance shiftin towards da Congress govt da incidents dat followed showed it was all bt over!Totally a blot in da nem of parliament as notes started doin da talkin. it showed how disgraceful notes can b. At da 1st perspectiv it looked all made up wid jus few minutes b4 da final vote n da way it was presented to make it look no less dan a broker's udda bt takin into consideration Advani alledgin n his serious endevour to make things look concernin n tense, it looks to me a news wich s gonna make news fr months.

neways really who cares rite? its jus noder de in office fr dese jerks. no doubt dese stuffs ll b seen buried way deep as soon as it cam into xistance.Wat came as a gr8 feelin fr me s da calmness n responsibility showin in da face of our speeker sir Mr. Somnath Mukherjee. da way he looks gentle since da 2 des of debate under da pressure of da partisan politics was exqiusite. he n onle he cud hav n can manage dese hooligans in Lok Sabha. Hope all stays well fr us n let goddamn wat happens, India prospers under ne goddamn govt. dat stays in power.Dats all we can do n aspire for!!!

n now...a 4 yrs of life!!!!

Sounds terrible but m kinda glad to say dat m goin to Orissa fr atleast the next 4 yrs!!!

yeah,well its nt gr8 but m nt frettin either...missed iit wid a whisker bt neways gettin a mere rank s nt wat i was fightin fr wen u cant get a admssn wid it!!!!n aieee was a nightmare.yeah it sounds terrible after a yr of prepn but smthings u cant help!!! u dn always get yr true worth so soon i guess.was a wee bit fidgety abt da results jus after i got dem. it sounds so identically sik bt i had given all i had dis yr. takin responsibility lik neva b4, goin fr tuitions in dose chillin n sweatin dusks to dawns, bein lonely as eva as well as livin wid sm sik ppl around n burnin sm late night "batteries" sn as eezie as it looks fr a dumb lazy mindfreak kid lik me....jus did everthin i cud but ya, i missed it in a significant step....PRACTISE PRACTISE n PRACTISE....all i did ws to get ova da physics phobia,masterin ma muggin skills in chem n no doubt takin ma maths to noder level. di told me ova n ova again. i really didn dump it in a go but again, didn follow it thru n thru....sm more pprs of aieee cud hav dn wonders....well y didn i get thru iit den huh?dunno but sm quesns ll remain unanswered i guess....

talkin abt practise i really did dat fr isi n in a much wider xtent ojee...it didn pay off in isi tho as i found maself nt among perhaps da 70 odd best mathematicians of da country yet i cn say it went damn better dan i xpected out of me...solvin 25 out of 30 tough objectives[mayb 4-5 may hav gn wrong bt nt more] n 5 horrifyin subjectives[ws a odd feelin writin in sheets wen u dn hav a practise of doin dat even fr more dan 30 mins at a stretch...reminded me of boards n many things alongwid!!!!]n while givin ojee di was already here n it did all da difference.she made me practise n by da tym i was at bhubaneswar fr givin da xam i was almost fully versed wid da ojee xplorer of mtg.n luckily it paid off..a 173 gen rank n military qota rank of 7....

now wid dis rank i cn get a GEC[gov engrn coll] cet,bbsr.it perhaps da best coll of da state.well dis may sound controversial wen we compare kiits n cet bt i guess m rite....bring into monetary aspect of it n u jus cant defy me...ha ha!!!!all i cn say s dat dis s da best coll ne1 cn get frm ojee. frm wat i hav heard it s nt dat bad...da electronics dept has many b.tech,iit kgp faculty n cs was always ma preference.lets c if i dn get electronics i ll take up cs oderwise electrical.n no doubt dis s nt da end of da road.i hav decided to giv ma best fr da cats n rats xams[i mean iim n oders] cuz a b.tech degree of cet s nt a gr8 career in ne sense...jus dn want to do a usual 3.somethin annual job in bangalore!!!!hope it turns out to b gud n b ma background fr sm iim in yrs to come!!!!

2 months of lif...

Life's tough no doubt....but u no wat "Bring it on now!!!"

17 years hav gon into dumps...n ll make up for dose years now! dunno wats gonna happen but 1 thing s for sure, i hav changed. i feel it within me...was i eva a human? now i hav enuf 2 take up dis bloody damn world...wat i did was onle fake maself n mess around in ma life.with new found life wid sum special ppl around i hav turned da table now!!! hey dis life has made me dance at its tune for a long long time but now its ma turn now baibey!!!!!!! well i hav been da rudest soman eva, da calm soman eva, da stupid soman eva, da borin soman eva, but dats whre da diff lies...a advice here, guys dere s no plce fr emotions here!!!!don eva think abt nethin oder dan yrself...its U n Ur LIFE...start a de wid dis shit in yr mind n c how yr de transforms!!!!!!!!

n hey frenship rox!!!!!! u may speak 2 a hundred ppl in a de but u gotcha hav som u can giv yr heart for! man der s just a tiny little gap.njoy but dat line s da D thing...n m a lucky man!!!!!! ppl r dre all around to wag deir tails up behind ya!!! its just dose commoners...n dre r few ofcourse who nail ya...u got 2speak rite at da face, "fuk off!"

jus pray to da almighty dat all goes rite dese few months n den....c a new avatar of sOmAn....da EnigmaLord

Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!
Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity
OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't
Give up that easy nope, he won't have it
He knows, his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so sad that he knows
when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him


You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..


hey how s dis for 2de? no fakin it,dis s obviously not mine.dis s a rap of eninem.so read it again bro...n feel it.u ll surely find me in dere.

"keep smilin"...dats wat da "halo" of chinmaya portals said...n dats wat i m doin.bring me dat.lets hav some cheers n lemme forget dis shit.

how kooooool i was n a bit proud frm within...but dat just b4 da damnshit phy xam.n c me now...perhaps god's grace n somethin more than dat can gimme 80.da most frusto part of all was wen i saw da smile on all faces.i was feelin as if some1 was laughin at ma face n sayin,"c...c yr ppr.dats yr fate baibey." thinkin....thinkin....thinkin(push)"hey soman kaisa gayaa.iiiiitnaaaaa eeeezieeeeee ppr.jo padhke aye the wohi aaya.how laaky i am naa!tera kaisa gaya?""fuk off man.just freak out of here."dad had not cum.so acted sOmAn for a while.

dad came n we wre off...lolz,wat else?

yes dere s....not selected for NUJS.damn how cud i get 131?not just possible.135 cutoff....but y am i writin dis in ma blog.c me all, a suker loser here!!!!!!!!!!!

valentine's day........or is it?

hey u ppl out dere, how many of u hav made a friend yr lov.....coz dis s not wat i m gonna ask next.

hav u ever made yr lov a friend on dis very day? seems funny. snt it? but mind u,i m not kiddin out here.well....I HAV!!!!!!!!

yeah, i hav her a gift but it was nothin but a"don forget me" stuff n nothin else.n how s a bracelet n a card for dat? u thinkin i m crying, i m shattered, i m in a world of solace n sorrow? naa...hehe. coz for me,destiny rulez n ll rule forever.in fact,dere hav never been nething called "love" between us.2de wat happened was ma love being taken in a palenquin to be given to da hands of destiny. n i? damn did da hmm.....wats dat bloddy stuff called....yeah,kanyadaan.....

hey amnt i gettin damn philosophical out here?bullshit....but da lesson for da day- dis day s not onle for lovers. neways,enjoy da day wid yr OWN ones n b4 i forget,
                               
      HAPPY VALENTINE'S(hey it not VALENTINES'...get it?) DAY