Tug Of War

I suddenly feel like a rope in a tug of war match, being hauled and dragged in directions unknown. The tension created on the rope is hardly bearable any more. I only wish I were a Levi's Jeans now (I hope you understand,the logo I mean, dimwits).
I am caught in this struggle between the present and the future. I am trying to aim for the future but how can I when I only see the present.

I'm having a difficult time getting tuned to the newer things of life. However I am assured the fruits can only be sweet, there is no scope for being left with "nothing", if not "anything" i will always have myself........... narcissist? I don't think so , however your concern is much appreciated Mr Licker.

I once read "Living for the present is like sowing seeds for the future" I loved it then, however at the time of practice it wasn't as easy as it sounded. When the present itself is not worth living for the quote becomes difficult to abide by.

I only wish I could skip a few years of my life, however the stark difference between me and people with suicidal tendencies is that I wish to skip a few years of my life not life itself!!!.

One of my friends recently commented that I have become "Bhabook" to say the least it scared me. I mean here I am trying my best not to be tagged as an "Aantel" and he just says it.. *SOBS*
But I have taken some severe measures since then.

1) Stopped having tea and now its only Pespsi (Youngistan Meri Jaan). Wazzzaaap Dudes??

2) Threw my Old half rimmed glasses to the much more sleek rimless version. Yo Man!!!!!

3) I have started wearing tailor made Shirts now, wait a second that is not related!!!

4)Stopped listening to Rahat Fateh Ali Khan and started listening to 50 cents and Beyonce!!! Who am I kidding!!!???

Personal Messages-
@ The Great One- When it is a compliment does it have to be reluctant? We all know about your gloated ego and vanity!!! As a matter of fact it is your comments I most look forward to, and our interests on each others blog is pretty mutual.
But I won't be surpised if your next compliment goes something like this " Arka your blog is nice and intriguing, and you most obviously know its a huge deal coming from me aka The Great One, so I suggest you tattoo them on your skin so you can show it off with pride while having sex!!!"

P.S- Some of my friends tend to mask or disguise their blogs with chronical diligence, however if I had to make my blog dicreet I might as well would have maintained a personal diary or kept my blog private. However they might tend to derive some queer joy out of their encryption as my friend Arka says " Tora toh jaliye dicchis re!!". Perhaps in the next blog i will explain why i enjoy blogging so much.

Getting Toned and Tuned

The reason why I have made this pit stop in my life is only to transform myself into a better form. By form i don't mean moral or ethical values or being a better person. In fact I might just become worse.
But I am making myself very proud if not anyone else. I'm regaining my strength, muscles seem pumped once again. Monohor Aich ready or not here i come.
Got selected to write for my college journal, editor says my writing is "innovative" although a few credits in return would have been much more appreciated.
I have been given an assingment to work for some sales agency, basically a one day job of selling some unsaleable product. I can't express how overjoyed i am to stick vaccum cleaners up peoples ass.
I rode to Victoria Memorial today, stopped by and wanted to ride a single horse powered machine for a change. However the "khocchors" were too expensive for me. So had junk food instead and stared at the colourful waterworks, I only wish I had my time freezer with me.
I am turning into one of the favourites of the professors, its actually a good feeling to have never experienced it before. But i'm not an asslicker if you think of me to be one.
Thats all for now Good Night.

Painting the town red

I woke up this morning as usual with the fallacy of having a nightmare to go to college. But those nightmares always turn true.
But the good part is I regained a prized treasure of mine my humour, which i seem to have been lacking for a few days.
People once again seem funny.
I am trying my best to make upto the weights, I confess I have been disloyal to them. But they haven't forgiven me for my ignorance but rather are pressurizing me with their full bulk. Bench presses are almost like lifting an elephant now!!!!! My trainer says "Tomar muscles poche geche". I however still think i am alive.
I am riding my Discover a lot trying to "discover" Calcutta as I have never known it.
I am going to take my camera along, capturing moments of my escapades, though it kind of feels weird to be a tourist in your own city.
Oh and these women, whenever I see beautiful woman and I stare at her and she doesn't return the favour I feel like such a loser. Women have never been compassionate to me.
A quote really caught my eyes on a graffiti it said" We often miss the beauty of our own planet while admiring the beauty of the stars" It was refreshing after all the Flower and Hand and what not symbols on the walls of my city.
College reopens on Monday hope to enjoy my break

Arka speaks

Hellos my fellow readers this is the C.E I hope you enjoyed my latest story I am trying to make more out of it, if only time were my friend!!!.
However today my blog is dedicated to a dear friend Arka who is recently kind of vexed on a paradigm of unfortunate events that has unfolded in his life. I have no idea what they actually are, but i wish him luck to muscle his way out as he always has. Today I give my precious equipmment my keyboard that is, to my friend who has a few things to say or should i say a few things to write.

Hello this is Arka. Sometimes in life certain unwanted events or things happen which detours the very course of your life. There are somethings which cause a radical shift in your thinking your character and affects your zeal of life. Some of us are actually witnesses to the changes we undergo and i am sure one of my friends can empathize. We perhaps are blessed to see such metamorphosis.
Many of you might think something is wrong with me, perhaps there is something disturbing,
but a valuable lesson in life has taught me it is better to fight your battles alone.
There is a feeling I must overcome and in this battle time is the only friend that shall help me conquer. I am a kind of person who does'nt live with problems but rather lives to solve them.

Personal messages.

@Aditya- Its kind of strange but I feel i know you more than ever given the current predicament of my life.

@Bishnu- Patience is a virtue earn it. Anger shows weakness get rid of it.

@Rahul- " Don't ride behind me as I might not be your leader, Don't ride ahead of me as I might not be your guard, just ride beside me and be my brother."

@Arna- I'm sorry for this sudden seclusion i hope i can only "find out a reason to be, the man who i used to be"

Advices

@Aditya- I know you can understand even without knowing what my problem is. Yes you can.

@Bishnu & Rahul- I would appreciate if you guys don't invade my privacy. Leave me alone for sometime. Love you both.

@Arna- you are probably not reading this........ so no advice.

This is no suicide note,in fact it is more like a survival note if there is one, so no need to get sissy and sentimental. I hope Adi boy can help to make you people understand.

A Flashback

"What the fuck am i doing here? I'm unwanted, ridiculed and ignored. If they don't let me live neither will i let them , I will burn this whole place up. Suddenly a burst of flames emerge with all its might and take everybody along. The release of emotions was painful yet pacifying. But the fire alarms started ringing like a violent echo piercing the brain."

It was the alarm and the song was "Time" by Pink Floyd. Sam Dixon was having a nightmare. He woke up to this song for years, according to him this tune was the melody of his life and it kickstarted his rather dull day. Yet today was different, he felt a sharp sting in his chest, his eyelids were heavy and he felt nauseated. He summoned all his strength only to make a lousy attempt to rise from his bed. He lay there pondering what happened the previos night.
Too much booze?, too many joints?, too much love?, too much betrayal?. He was perplexed whether it was a single reason or a culmination of all. Only one image floated around his mind and it was painfully sweet.
Suddenly the door bell rang violently, Sam was determined to get up this time and this time his endeavour met with success. A short and stout guy was standing there with a cellphone in his hand. This guy looked nothing less than an obnoxious little prick. Donning a red vest and shorts exposing his half naked ugly body he stood there extending his fluffy hands to Sam. "What's wrong Dip?" asked Sam to the half naked guy. "You left your phone with me last night there's an urgent message from yor mom read it for yourself" said the ugly half naked guy.
Sam grabbed the phone from his hand rubbed his eyes and read "beta thngs r goin rlly rong hr, ur dad has bin taken to the police station and he has nt yet returned, I tried going to the p.s but they won't let me meet him and he is badly hurt'
Sam took a while to digest this, he stood there still reading the sms which probably by this time he read 50 times. He reminded me of a lawyer studying a case minutely for glitches.
Sam put the mobile in his pocket and rushed down the stairs of the cottage, ugly fat guy followed suit.
On the edge of a fountain adorned with Victorian statues peeing into each others mouth stood a rather obese lady who was instructing a a group of teenagers about the "Qualms of alcohol and drugs" Sam rushed to her still smelling of last nights rum, the lady made a disgusted face and made a lousy joke about Sam saying that "If you stink like this Sam you will only end up kissing your bottle." The girls laughed as if they were posessed by Navjot Singh Sidhu.
"Ma'am I'm really sorry but I have to leave today", the lady looked at Sam as if he were some alien saying "dhooop". "Are you mad?" she yelled.
"No but if you yell like that i might just become" snapped Sam at her.
She grabbed Sam by his hand and said" Listen here you smartass i run the show here so you with you all your oversmart comments can go somewhere else."
"So that means you are allowing me to go?".....Slapppppp. Sam got one right across his face, Sam's already bloodshot eyes now started overflowing with lava, tears rolled down his eyes and ugly fat guy could only offer his sympathy by laying a a hand on his shoulder. Among the group of teenagers was Sam's lady love who offered her sympathy by laying her hand on her boyfriend's stick. Sam only watched in utter despair as even more tears rolled down his eyes. His body started to tremble and his knees felt weak. The loved one stared at Sam with a looks that can kill. This is one thing i don't understand about girls when they don't like somebody they can literally kill them.
It was about 15 minutes since Sam had gone up to his room and the melodramatic scene was over when suddenly a speeding Maruti Gypsy crashed open the gates of the mansion. Nobody knew who the Schumacher was but when Sam's room was searched for he was not there................... to be magnified.

Unwelcomed changes and challenges

Pre Script- This one is going to be a long one, diversified and versatile.



The gateways of hell have reopened and us imps have just started crawling in. I so hate waking up with the crows when i had the option to prey with the bats.

A few unwanted changes are taking place the reopening of my college is one of them. Two of my close friends " A snake" and " A yawn" are leaving our city of joy and embarking on distant lands such as "The City of contagious diseases" and "The city of Sunstrokes". I wish them luck.



Mother Fucker is confused and so am I to see his confusion.



"A Tidy Daas" has been wearing the same loin cloth for ages I wonder if he is at all tidy.



Mr Posh treated me to lunch today i felt he was rather lively , I too was exuberated to see his joyousness but after all these years of our distant relationship I somehow felt close to him today.



"Valentino Lawshhi" has succumbed to his injuries and is back on the race track with his lethal weapon of self destruction.



I was checking out Leggy Lamba's facebook profile i have to admit she does look better than the worst.



Everyone around me is having a good time and so am I, It is so rejuvenating.



However one of my dear friends Smelly Belly does't seem to be enojoying the same peace of mind not that he is out of naval shit but a deeper problem has surfaced.

Smelly Belly has recently been disreputed by some random blogger calling himself the "dreamer". Smelly wants me the CE to engage in a war of words with the random blogger called dreamer however i will have to put down his request. The dreamer has dreamed/fantasised about Smelly belly and his eerie habits of self-intoxication. I found it rather amusing but smelly is irrationally infuriated and embarassed.

He claims that he is now so debased that he applies deo first to his naval region then his armpits. Weird guy i tell you.

However "the dreamer" seems to be dreaming in his dreamland for way too long. It is my duty to wake him up and get him acquainted to the modern times.

The modern times have changed rather dramatically and i shall tell you how.



1) Women's mouth are often being confused with public urinals. Poor Sulabh Bhai is running a heavy loss.



2)Ass cleaning tendencies have had a radical shift from the use of tissues or water to the use of the tongue of your spouse, girlfriend, friend, maid etc. Paralysed patients are having the time of their life. Bed pans have almost become obsolete and are replaced with the mouths of hot nurses serving the same purpose.



3) Women are now no more refrained from going to the holy temple during the course of their menstrual cycle. As a matter of fact the sanitary pad along with some red jelly topping is being considered as the holy "prasad". Some claimed its much better than the cliched "gujia" and "batasha". Some theologist have taken it to the next level and claim that the blood around "Ma Chondi's" face is not just any blood but...... I guess Rajarshi can now safely answer the question "Eto rokto keno?"

4) Women now prefer being nippleless and carrying a dismantled vagina as they claim it saves them from breast feeding and scares most rapists away. some just claim its "casual beauty".

So dreamer stop dreaming and embrace yourself to modern times.

On a serious note!

"The power of all relationships lies with whoever cares less" Uncle Wayne.
There are some feelings in me which just don't manifest themselves, love and hatred are perhaps the most threatening ones.
In a recent squabble with "a loved one" I discovered a new dimension in me, I see myself like a venomous snake waiting for the slightest instigation to inject my venom.
The darkness seems to be growing.!!!!!!
The above quotation is one of those gospel truths that has taken its toll on me. Its true that love makes people weak, fragile vulnerable and sissy!!
In my quest of salvation, love is a feeling i must evade and along with it hatred shall also fade away.
As i said the darkness is growing.

P.S this was an introspectory post serving the purpose of self realization. I appreciate when you readers leave comments as it serves as a basis of analysis of my writings.